This future Darwin Award recipient says in the YouTube description for this mess that all she wanted to do was make a “sexy twerk video” for her boyfriend, but what she ended up with was a broken coffee and an extra crispy thigh. This is reason why I’ll be singing, “this twerk is on fiiiiiiiirrreee” for the rest of the day.
I have a few questions about this “if Miley Cyrus was in a remake of Firestarter” wreck. Who doesn’t lock the door before twerking against it? Who lights four damn candles during the day? Who leaves a bottle of booze open next to an open flame? (Bonus question: Can we really call it “twerking” when it looks more like her back has been possessed and is convulsing?) This smells like fakeness (instead of a charred thigh), but I’m not mad. If this video keeps one unskilled twerker from attempting to twerk again, then it is doing the lord’s work.