By colin March 06, 2014 @ 9:48 AM
Katy Perry knows this cheeky sexualized pop star act is just a bit. You do the Kissed a Girl thing and get half naked in your music videos because it sells records. Then you go home and slap on your fat girl sweatpants eat a pound of olive loaf while watching Hoda and Kathie Lee. Miley Cyrus hasn’t unplugged from The Matrix just yet. She believes she’s the tip of the spear of a female sexual revolution like every teen girl does when she moves out of her parents house and starts to get laid. Katy Perry says when she moved in for the staged peck with Miley in concert, the rabid platypus started shoving her tongue down Katy’s throat like she was her biker lady on a conjugal. Katy pulled away in bacteriological horror:
“God knows where that tongue has been. We don’t know, that tongue is so infamous.”
Excellent point, Katy. Though we’re pretty sure it hasn’t been enveloping the dick of one of the most prodigious pussy slayers in Hollywood like yours has. So quit being such a priss and accept Miley’s tongue down your throat and her finger up your twat if she’s choosing to bless you today with feeling like a real woman. You’re her bitch now. That’s Tennessee law. The next time, she won’t be asking for your opinion.
By Lex March 03, 2014 @ 6:34 PM
Decades from now when you’re walking through a dystopian landscape not unlike those visualized in seventeen blockbuster movies a year, don’t forget to tell the young street urchins surviving on old people’s feet jerky where this tide of tragedy all began. An epic communicable disease spread like wildfire from one Bangerz tour stop to the next, through contrived lesbian kisses between Miley Cyrus and some completely random girl in the Las Vegas audience that security knew to let rush the stage. That single cell organism transferred from the gaping maw of Hannah Montana fifty dicks later is right now reproducing at apocalyptic rates inside the breach of this niece of somebody who knew somebody in Miley’s camp. The crowd of Fudgsicle brained adolescents oohing over the girl on girl kiss won’t be so charmed when office towers start spontaneously combusting from the sheer ferocity of flesh eater rampages. The survivors will envy the dead and Wayne Newton will sue Miley for ripping his tired Vegas shtick. Teach that to the young remnants of human kind. Remember your history.
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By Jack February 27, 2014 @ 1:34 PM
The split between Robin Thicke and Paula Patton began with Miley Cyrus’ dry humping antics. Apparently the trouble with the celebrity love birds began at the now notorious VMA performance in which Miley air humped Robin Thicke on stage. You’ll recall that she stroked herself with a foam finger while rubbing her spastic twat on Robin’s junk. Paula was not having any of that shit and felt humiliated and disrespected by the whole thing. Sources say they got into a huge fight after the show and things never got better after that. As I bravely and journalistically reported from sources I know within the VMAs, Miley and Robin planned the stunt right before going out to catch the MTV people off guard. Apparently Paula was pissed that Robin couldn’t give follow the Nancy Reagan power of ‘no’ when it came to grinding Miley on worldwide television.
It must be hard to watch your husband get dry humped in front of everybody you’ve ever known, but it’s not like he was really boning Miley Cyrus, not like all the other girls he actually was boning. I’m not exactly sure how Paula thought her husband was going to break big without pulling these kinds of stunts. A happy marriage story only gets you so far in rock and roll. Thicke’s whole shtick is acting like a Canadian ladies man, if such a thing even exists. It’s like marrying an NFL linebacker then complaining about the beatings. C’mon, Paula, grow up. Don’t shit on your husband the minute he gets his first taste of big league ball. Give him a friggin’ hot model hall pass for a year and you’ll get another forty years of happy marriage.
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By Lex February 24, 2014 @ 10:13 AM
When I think of all the recently outed brave lesbians like Ellen Page and Jason Collins, I shudder to think how diminished they must feel to see pop music stars using lesbian sexuality for pure spectacle value. Phil Robertson believes the bible tells him that sodomy is sinful. He’s guileless in his beliefs. He’s not using the ‘gay thing’ to rake in cash. He kills ducks. Miley Cyrus planted a big kiss on Katy Perry in the audience of her geek show at Staples Center in the latest episode of really cynical gay exploitation. Though you do have to admire Miley Cyrus’ ability to keep singing even when she lowered the microphone and kissed Katy Perry. That’s a neat trick. It’s become a common sight to see pop music stars wiggling their tongues between their V-fingers, grabbing each other’s tits in public, and making all sorts of Sapphic suggestiveness. But these girls aren’t gay. They weren’t born that way. They’re not going to face non-existent discrimination in Hollywood. Miley Cyrus and Katy Perry and their ilk are cynically using the serious issue of females born to bump clams to shock the public and sell more tickets. That’s just vile. Unless both the girls are super hot. Then it’s fucking amazing. But that’s the exception.
By Lex February 19, 2014 @ 4:33 PM
Is there no limit to the cutting edge artistic expression for this auto-tuned platypus slash Maxim’s sexiest woman alive? To keep her Bangerz Tour frenzy at rabid monkey pace, Miley Cyrus took a pair of thong panties flung at her during her concert in Vancouver and began munching on them like she was some unbound primordial sexual beast. Or a prison inmate who two weeks ago mailed fifty hard earned dollars to a poorly aging Playboy Cybergirl. According to Miley, they tasted just like chicken, or lesbian Canadian teen vagina tasting chicken. At some point, a concerned group of parents are going to form a secret alliance and strangle Miley in her sleep. In court, they’ll demand that history be their judge and some of us will spend some real time noodling that over.
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By Lex February 17, 2014 @ 1:17 PM
At some point Obama’s going to need to turn his attention away from how many gays he can airlift to Russia and apologize to our largest supplier of unmarked cigarettes to the north for what Miley Cyrus did in Vancouver over the weekend. Miley Cyrus spent most of her Bangerz stage time rubbing her twat in front of a bunch of kids barely old enough to have lost their first teeth playing hockey. She quickly moved on to pretending to fellate our former President and having the blue dude from Monsters Inc bang her from behind. At one point I think she was interpreting Amber Lynn seducing her own father in Taboo 5. I was willing to abide the cutting edge performance art until Miley started mounting a giant hot dog. She was fucking America, like Jane Fonda straddling an NVA anti-aircraft gun, and right in front of Canada. As if those people need an opening to pour angrily across our border with their oversized spoons and fur-lined winter jackets.
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