You’ll have to forgive my tired, dragging ass if today’s posts are beyond the normal level of nonsensical trash. We flew home yesterday afternoon, made it to the house by 8:30, fed the kids, shuffled them off to bed, unpacked a little and the rest is a blur until alarms went off this morning. Due to the whirlwind day, I missed the MTV Music Video Awards and, judging by the more immediate headlines, it was all in a day’s work circa 2013 for host Miley Cyrus.
Inanimate objects were humped.
The tongue was out:
The ass could have used some squats:
In an interview with the New York Times last week, Miley promised some Ferris Bueller-type shenanigans. I think she meant Groundhog Day because between Getty archives and her Instagram account, there wasn’t much of her appearance at the VMAs we haven’t seen a hundred times over. (Left tit included with her accidental-but-not nip slip that made it into the east coast feed.) For someone who’s so focused on evolving and leaving Hannah Montana behind, I’m not crying into my empty coffee cup that I missed an opportunity to see the lame, stagnant pool that has become Miley Cyrus.
Nip slip after the jump for you working types.
