Can someone please tell Miley Achy Breaky Cyrus to feck off. I remember years ago I was in a small village in Cambodia. They were basically nomads that followed fish migration in the Mekong Delta. No electricity or running water and the kids were actually touching my skin because I was the first whitety that the young ones had seen. They only place that sold anything was a little hut and sure enough the were selling Hanna Montana shite.
Now years later in Erbil, Iraq that little rat faced d bag is still all over the news. Well after her little twerking stint I am no longer using my Hana Montana backpack.
And I am not making this up. I didn't know what twerking was. I thought it was a new form or tweeting.
And when I first moved to Texas I didn't know what was a brisket was. It the most dumb ass sort of logic I thought it was like a biscuit because biscuit rhymes with brisket. I am sure that sort of deductive reasoning will serve me well somewhere.
Now years later in Erbil, Iraq that little rat faced d bag is still all over the news. Well after her little twerking stint I am no longer using my Hana Montana backpack.
And I am not making this up. I didn't know what twerking was. I thought it was a new form or tweeting.
And when I first moved to Texas I didn't know what was a brisket was. It the most dumb ass sort of logic I thought it was like a biscuit because biscuit rhymes with brisket. I am sure that sort of deductive reasoning will serve me well somewhere.
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