Don’t think this is because I hate you. Somebody needs to observe the way in which midgets are being abused by Miley Cyrus in the name of entertainment. Not only do these smooshed people have to dress like they ride the short bus to the Lollypop Guild School, at their stature they’re going to be getting a full whiff of Cyrus crotch that I’m told is washed about as often as your average cook staff lave sus manos when leaving the restaurant bathroom. Somebody full sized needs to secure those midgets from beneath the magic mushrooms and avoid the Koopa with the pasties.
If my dog displayed that very same face to me, I’d rush her to the vet and beg the doc to make her better. But for spastic Miley Cyrus at the iHeart Radio Concert in Vegas, that Candida covered tongue just means somebody’s been sucking on a few unkempt wrecking balls. She really ought to mount a Purell dispenser on one of her shoulders if she cares about the public good.