Reminder: This is the hottest woman in the world.
Remember back in 2009 when Vanity Fair put Miley Cyrus on their cover in nothing but a bed sheet and everybody got upset? Remember how people said it was going to warp her and turn her into a creepy sex object?
Check out the cover for the latest album from WARPED CREEPY SEX OBJECT Miley Cyrus, now nose-deep in her awkward summer of twerking, cocaine eyes and “look at me, Disney, I’m not YOU anymore!” forced sexual bullsh*ttery. I’m sure when you heard Miley was coming out with a new record your first thought was, “will it be ironic?” The answer is, surprisingly, yes.
By the way, she’s calling it BANGERZ. With a Z. I’m not kidding.
Urge to play Vice City, rising.
The deluxe edition is even better, if you have trouble listening to Miley’s music without imagining her as a dead-eyed mannequin from an early-80s skating rink.
If I could go back in time, I’d put Miley Cyrus on the cover of Vanity Fair wearing a snowsuit with the hood pulled shut.
