This has happened before and it will happen again and again and again. And no, those aren’t an extra pair of nipple-less saggy tits. That’s her rib cage. I think.
Because Miley Cyrus won’t stop showing her chipmunk chichis until every single pair of eyeballs on this planet have seen them and we’ve all simultaneously screamed, “Okay, okay, you’re not Hannah fucking Montana anymore,” she’s naked in V Magazine. The Polaroids, which look like some creepy shit found in the FBI evidence storage room in the early 80s, were taken by her best friend/assistant/hanger-on/whatever, Cheyne Thomas, during her Bangerz World Tour. Bitches are trying to out-Uncle Terry Uncle Terry.
Miley threw up a few of these pictures on Instagram with this note:
@vmagazine exclusive #diaryofadirtyhippie order yurrrr copy nowwwww cumzzzz w ol school pull out postahhhh photography by @cheythom fuck yaaaas weez a bunch of happy hippies ova hurrrr! Muah Vfam!
Did she have a few brain aneurysms while typing that or is that just how you type when you’re raised by Billy Ray?
And you know, I’m not totally sure that these aren’t the real un-Photoshopped pictures of Justin Bieber’s Calvin Klein ads.