We all wore some busted shit when we were Miley Cyrus’ age, but you know this whole entire outfit is worth more than what I would sell for on the whore market. Actually, that’s not saying much since I think I’ve already been appraised for a couple of hundred pesos, a lame goat and an elderly monkey with a farting problem. Anyway, this outfit right here put the ug in fug.
I feel like we should all quit our jobs, move to Hollywood and open up a store where we sell torn up shit for like $200 each. Miley totally bought these crackwhore tights already torn up. Think about it. We can go and buy a bunch of L’Eggs, spend 3-minutes tearing that shit up and then sell them for a couple of hundred dollars. We can even say they came from an authentic crackwhore. Those dumb celebskanks will buy it up because they love spending millions of dollars to look like homeless hookers.
Miley doesn’t even know who Iron Maiden is. The bitch probably thinks it’s something you buy at Wal-Mart to make grilled cheeses. And even Brit Brit wouldn’t be caught flashing her shaved possum pie in those boots.
P.S. – Paging Chris Hansen! Paging Chris Hansen! Your assistant is needed in thumbnail #1.