Miley Cyrus is hot, right? She's hot like the girl that's gyrating alone near the jukebox at one in the morning in a local roadside bar with the pool table and the fishing rod displayed behind the bar and old black and white pictures of guys on hunting trips from the 70s that's otherwise filled with fat, old alcoholics wearing leather vests and flannel shirts, and haggard looking old women with bad hair. If it sounds like I know what I'm talking about it's because I do.
It's something you should try to experience at least a couple of times.
