I’m surprised there’s not a fat billow of steam rising up off of them. Isn’t that what happens when an extra hot human flat iron touches an ice cube?
Last night, something that happens every single night happened: awards were handed out to country stars. All of the oxygen on this planet will be sucked out into the universe and vengeance will come if a day goes by where a country music star doesn’t thank the lord for the trophy in their hand. So last night, the CMT Music Awards went down at the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville. Since they’re at every country music awards show, the frozen porcelain vase and the fresh-outta-the-kiln ceramic pot in a Suze Orman wig were at the CMT Music Awards last night.
Nicole Kidman looked stunning in matador pants, a rich old lady’s lunchin’ shoes, a face by DuPont and a fur-trimmed top that was a gaudy toddler dress in a past life. I don’t know if it’s the makeup or lighting or what (“It’s the ‘what.'” – you), but the Botox Baroness looks like she strolled into her plastic surgeon’s office and pondered between the Madame brand cheek cutlets and the Phoebe Price brand cheek cutlets before going with the latter. But on a more important note, I need to know which brand of SPF: Infinity And Beyond Nicole uses, because I burn easily and it’s amazing that she doesn’t get even a little bit tan while standing next to that humanized UV ray.
Here’s more pictures from the CMT Music Awards including a couple of Billy Ray Cyrus outdoing Keith Urban in the flat iron game.
The youngest possumling of the Cyrus family, Noah Cyrus (aka the pole dancing child that everyone called CPS over), dribbled out an emotional Instagram post the other day over the INJUSTICE that her and Miley Cyrus’ older brother Trace Cyrus got slapped with while trying to eat at a restaurant in Kentucky. The restaurant said “neigh” when Trace stomped on in. I guess that restaurant is firmly on Team Brenda Song. And I can hear your, “That restaurant just didn’t want to get complaints from customers after Trace chewed on their hair and coats while waiting for his food” jokes from here.
Noah probably noah’s a thing or two (I’m not proud of myself for that) about INJUSTICE, because I’m sure she’s been kicked out of clubs for being underage while trying to party with Miley. Noah is not going to stand by and let that tattoo-shaming restaurant deny her kin service just because his body is covered in more ink than a sixth grader’s paper bag book cover. Noah spit at those wrong tattoo haters on Instagram.
A restaurant in Kentucky wouldn’t let my brother in because he has tattoos. That is so messed up and it really pisses me off that it’s even legal to do such a thing. The way I see it is he is completely made of art and if they knew him on the inside then they would know thats the truth. I love my brother and it brings me to tears to know someone would do that to him or anyone for that matter. So sad. I love you tracey and you’ve got a team supporting you.
Noah didn’t name names, but Trace did. The tattooed emo pony raged at that restaurant on Instagram:
Fuck Brothers in Newport KY!!!! Been all around the world and never had anyone deny me getting into anywhere because of my tattoos. It actually upset me because I’m from Kentucky and to see an establishment like this really shocked me…
He also Instagrammed the restaurant’s telephone number and told all of his followers to tell the manager off.
The restaurant that kicked Trace out isn’t a fine dining establishment like the Olive Garden or some shit, so I don’t know why they got super snobby over someone’s appearance. Even then, the Olive Garden lets me eat there, so they’ll obviously serve anyone. Miley Cyrus should buy that Kentucky restaurant and let people with tattoos and pink pubes eat for free. But is there more to this story? Was Billy Ray Cyrus with them? Because if he was, maybe the restaurant didn’t deny the family service because of Trace’s tattoos. Maybe they denied them service, because they knew the health department would shut them down if they let that roadkill on Billy Ray’s head in.
Here’s Noah and Billy Ray at some event in L.A. last month.
If you’re having the kind of day where you don’t really give a shit that your eye sockets will heave your eyeballs out onto the floor and your ears will close up along with your coochie and/or b-hole, then here’s the perfect thing for you.
Because Billy Ray Cyrus got sick of Miley Cyrus getting all the attention by terrorizing the retinas of the masses, he shot a shit puddle of a video for the sequel to Achy Breaky Heart with help from Dionne Warwick’s rapping son Buck 22, Larry King and a bunch of twerking Thundercat hos. Thanks to Larry King’s intro, the song and the pile of cut-off raccoon tails on Billy’s head, this video is the unsexiest thing ever.
1. Who, besides Billy Ray and his accountant, asked for a sequel to Achy Breaky Heart?
2. Why did Dionne Warwick let this happen?
3. How am I still typing even though all of my bodily functions have pretty much shut down and turned on me for watching all 3:33 minutes of this musical torture device?
On New Year’s Eve, while we were all getting balls-deep in a boxed-wine-and-Four Loko-induced blind drunkeness (Raise of hands. Just me? Ouch) Larry King quietly gave us the most beautiful gift for 2014 when he tweeted about the existence of a hip-hop version of Achy Breaky Heart. Hold on, let me give you a moment to process what I just said.
Billy Ray Cyrus aka Big Poppa Chipmunk aka Miley’s Dad (to anyone under 21) has allegedly recorded a hip-hop version of his 1992 hit country single Achy Breaky Heart. And the Earth hasn’t stopped spinning yet? It doesn’t take Bill Nye to hypothesize that something this big would surely throw the Earth off its axis (or at least make it rain frogs like in Magnolia). Jesus, what is it with the Cyrus family’s obsession with appropriating urban culture and just running it full-steam into the ground? You couldn’t stop at Bangerz? I’d say that the hip-hop community suffered enough and this single should never be released, but I would be lying. I want to hear this song more than I want to hear the future words of my unborn children.
Oh, and just in case your brain did a good job of erasing Achy Breaky Heart from your memory…
I’m sorry, but If my brain is melting into a puddle of goo, I’m taking all of you with me! The only thing more embarrassing than that video is knowing that I performed a figure skating routine to Achy Breaky Heart as a kid. Oh, and in case you were wondering, yes I did take my therapist’s advice and burned all photographic evidence.
On Sunday night, Billy Ray Cyrus holed himself up in his basement and stared at a wall of TVs thatplayed Miley Cyrus’ VMAs performance on a loop. Every few hours, he’d call up his housekeeper and tell her to bring him possum jerky, pig lard, moonshine and moist towelletes. Billy Ray finally crawled out of his basement and called Miley to tell her what he thought about her Chipmunks Gone Wild performance. Of course, Billy Ray is proud that Miley twerked out wet strands of elegance all over the family name. Miley tweeted her pappy’s response today. Prepare the brain bleach!
“Mile, if twerkin woulda been invented…. And I had a foam finger…. I woulda done the same thang you did.” – DAD
— Miley Ray Cyrus (@MileyCyrus) August 28, 2013
First of all, doesn’t Billy Ray know that Miley is the one who invented twerkin? Twerkin’ didn’t exist before Miley invented it, obviously. When Miley was just one of Billy Ray’s jizz fish, she twerked her way into Tish Cyrus’ ovary egg and that’s how twerkin’ was born. Second of all, I bet he got his top lip wet with his tongue when he said “foam finger” and I don’t like it. Third of all, Billy Ray should put out a song called Achy Breaky Twerk (which is the perfect way to describe Miley’s twerk) and collaborate with Robin Thicke, because I really want to see him have dry butt sex with Alan Thicke’s son while giving head to a foam finger.
Here’s Miley Cyrus at the Teen Choice Awards looking like a tweaked out chipmunk who’s been possessed by a dark-sided evil demon. If Alvin from Alvin and the Chipmunks starred as Regan in a remake of The Exorcist, this is what the poster would look like. Give me some holy water, a rosary and a prayer to chant. That tongue looks like a wet thumb trying to escape out of her mouth. Miley needs to sedate that tongue and put it on a leash. When Miley’s tongue comes wiggling out of her mouth, it looks like she’s doing an impersonation of John Travolta when he sees a man hole. I’m sorry to take you there, but blame Miley and her wandering leech tongue.
And why is she so greasy and sweaty? Bitch is too rich to be that greasy. My abuelita wants to grab Miley’s face and squeeze all the grease onto a frying pan so she can make us all some plátanos con crema. Miley’s got an entire jar of under-the-sink kitchen grease on her face. There’s no need for that when Bounty paper towels exist.
And Miley made it a sort-of family affair yesterday by sitting with Billy Ray and Noah.
They look like they’re at a 90s costume party. Miley went as a white Adina Howard, Billy Ray went as a Hootie & the Blowfish roadie and Noah went as an extra in an after-school special about teen runaways.
I guess Billy Ray Cyrus realized that he can’t live without seeing Tish Cyrus’ squished Furby face every morning, because these two messes are back together again. Billy and Tish have filed for divorce almost as many times as Miley Cyrus has made Jesus cry by trying to twerk. Miley even called Billy Ray out on Twitter and made it sound like he passed his Armour Vienna Sausage (side question: What does a pubic mullet look like?) to another trick. But all is forgotten, because Billy Ray and Tish have reunited and are toasting to their love with a SOLO wine glass full of strawberry-flavored moonshine in front of a romantic toilet fire pit in their backyard. Billy Ray and Tish announced to People that they have called off their divorce:
“We both woke up and realized we love each other and decided we want to stay together. We both went into couples therapy something we haven’t done in 22 years of being together, and it’s brought us closer together and really opened up our communication in amazing ways. Tish also said marriage can be really hard especially after 22 years of being in entertainment. We’ve had rough times but we both realized we didn’t want to be another statistic and wanted to make it work.”
It always makes me hopeful for the future of marriage when I read about a husband and a wife who are staying together for the sake of their checking accounts. They obviously decided that instead of spending months and months in a lawyer’s conference room, fighting over who gets custody of Miley’s money, they act like adults, bond over their mutual love of not working and stay together. Now they can continue to take Miley’s money as one. Michael Lohan and White Oprah could really learn a thing or two from these child-pimping wrecks.
And here’s Miley pretty much flashing her shaved possum while hanging out with Pixie Geldof in London.
Typing the phrase “Twitter ultimatum” just made me barf through the pores on my fingers.
Last night, Miley Cyrus made Billy Ray Cyrus shake right out of his raccoon mullet when she threatened to EXPOSE him on Twitter. I love it when a bitch threatens to EXPOSE another bitch in an hour or less, but it’s not as dramatic when it’s done in all lower caps…. on Twitter. Anyway, Miley tweeted the threat along with a picture of her next to a woman who at first I thought was a ginger Heidi Montag with her original face on. A quick minute after Miley threw that threat up on Twitter, she deleted it and then tweeted out this bullshit: “Wtf? My twitter was just actin all types of cray!”
Don’t you just hate it when your Twitter acts all types of cray by magically writing a tweet you wrote and magically uploading a picture that you uploaded and magically tweeting a tweet after you hit the tweet button? I hate it when my Twitter acts cray like that. Since Miley is a celebwhore, she could blame her tweet regret on one of three things: 1. her Twitter was acting cray, 2. she was hacked or 3. she was suffering from severe exhaustion and didn’t know what she was tweeting. I’m sure that Miley will announce that her Twitter is checking into a rehab tweetment center to be treated for the cray-ness it suffers from.
But more importantly, WHAT DOES MILEY’S FIRST TWEET MEAN?
Billy Ray Cyrus filed for divorce from Tish Cyrus three years ago, but then he pressed paused on the divorce because he was trying to work things out with her. Things didn’t work out because Tish filed for divorce a couple of weeks ago. But then, Tish and Billy Ray were papped on Sunday leaving a restaurant arm-in-arm, which isn’t surprising since not much can break the love between a sad-eyed anime horse and a humanized roadkill possum.
But now they’re love might really be broken thanks to his wandering dick. An ONTD commenter says that the woman next to Miley in that picture is Broadway actress, singer and dancer Dylis Croman. Dylis played Mona and covered the role of Roxie Hart in the Broadway production of Chicago when Billy Ray was in it last year. So that picture is Miley’s subtle way of saying that Billy Ray passed his hillbilly peen to Dylis while he was with Tish. I was going to ask for more proof, but then I looked closer at that picture. That’s not fake fur on Dylis’ jacket. Those are Billy Ray’s highlighted pubes! Poor Tish (not really). Her sad anime horse eyes just got sadder.
Billy Ray Cyrus didn’t write about Miley Cyrus’ relationship with Liam Hemsworth in his new book Hillybilly Heart (that really is the name), because why give precious page space in his straight-to-the-clearance-shelf-at-Piggly-Wiggly memories to something that is going to end any second now? But Billy did tells Access Hollywood Live (via DS) about how Liam came to him and asked for his meal ticket’s hand in marriage. Usually when an outsider asks for a hillbilly’s daughter’s hand, that hillbilly father will only allow it if it the outsider wins a naked wrestling match in a mud pit against a hog after downing two XXX jugs. Billy let Liam skip that challenge, but he did ask for something else.
“He didn’t have to, but he did. He’s got a really sweet side to him and he came in. They had the big rock. They [were] all bashful about it and then said, ‘Hey, look at this’. And Miley was showing that ring and Liam kind of [said] a little something to me – it was kind of the professional question and I jokingly [said], ‘Can I be in your brother’s next movie?’ And then I said, ‘No, I’m joking’.”
Here’s Billy Ray working the hell out of his Mrs. Brady season 2 hairstyle while leaving GMA yesterday.
Billy Ray Cyrus is about to throw all of his fresh-out-of-prison cousins, sewed-off rifles, coonhounds and knives made out of possum claws into the back of his pick-up truck and drive it all the way Atlanta so he can handle Liam Hemsworth for hurting his daughter’s hillbilly heart. Because Radar says that at a party in Hollywood last week, Liam was “canoodling” and whispering into the ear of some hot blonde. Miley Cyrus wasn’t around.
The witness says that Liam showed up to the party early and spent most of the night talking to the hot blonde in the back of the tent. Maybe Liam just wanted to remind himself what it’s like to talk to a chick who doesn’t sound like Harvey Fierstein hawking a loogie. The witness type said this:
“Liam was in the corner of the back tent with a blonde and they were getting very cozy. It definitely looked like they were behaving in a way that was more than just friendly. His friend/handler was trying to keep people away and allow Liam and his ‘friend’ some privacy, but Liam didn’t seem to be that worried about it.”
Wait, wait… A hot blonde who makes grown men giggle themselves into a coma? That wasn’t Liam’s lady side piece. That was his brother THOR!
That dumb bitch of an eyewitness! I bet the eyewitness also said that when the hot blonde flipped her mane, every light bulb burst and she sort of smelt like Strawberry Suave shampoo. Yeah, it was THOR, not some average slut. Pull your cousins out of the pick-up, Billy Ray. It was a false cheater alarm.