If I could learn one lesson from my travels through Miami International airport in recent hours, it is that weddings…or the people who have destination weddings, are the worst kind of white trash around….I am talking under 25 year old fat girls drinking cocktails and eating deep friend appetizers in a TGI Fridays as their neck fat jiggles and they brag about how hard they are gonna fuck in efforts to get knocked up on this magical adventure in paradise…or whatever the fuck I just witnessed….
Marriage is for idiots. It is for trash. It is for 9-5 workings, suburban dwelling trash who want to pump out kids and live the miserable life their mothers and fathers had….because they just don’t have other options in their town of 5000 people….
Marriage, when it comes to Miley…is a joke…like it is whenever a 20 year old says she’s engaged…it is part of a master marketing plan that she may actually believe she’s engaged in….cuz this robot…is such a fucking robot…she doesn’t know what is real….but I know one thing that is real…and that is how bad I want to have zoo-like sex with her while looking at her leg peak through her wild and crazy animal print dress…even when it comes with product placement you know this robot is being paid to wear….
There’s just something about Miley that makes me want to cum in her as much as I want to punch her in the face…not that I’d ever hit a woman…it was figurative not literal people….I would only hit Miley if I was drunk and confused this dyke haircut for some genderless hipster staging a home invasion…and I had to fight for survival….not that that would ever happen…Miley doesn’t know what Canada is. She’s educated like that.
I can’t believe I just wrote a fucking novel set to pics of Miley taking a walk. There is something wrong with me.
