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Dear Miley Cyrus:
PUT SOME PANTS ON!!
That is all.
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5 comments:
You can take the girl out of Flatwoods, KY, but you can't take the Flatwoods, KY out of the girl. Classy? No, not so much.
I guess I must be ancient or something, because I actually felt EMBARRASSED for her. Like, "Aww, poor girl, she doesn't realize she's on national TV with NO PANTS ON. Somebody throw her a jacket to wrap around her waist, poor thing."
I know that she did it intentionally, but I just can't wrap my mind around it. NO PANTS!
I totally agree! I just don't get how these girls can feel comfortable with hardly anything on and most all their privates just there for all the world to see.
I was raised that that stuff was to be covered up!
Now, I'm going to have to do search on hulu. Ya know, just for research.
No, I've just come back from London and they (those young girl types -wellsome not so young, I have to say) all wear tights and a shirt. They've all forgotten to put their trousers or skirt on.
I was almost moved to tell someone that when I was waiting for a train. She looked so cold,but no wonder! She was practically nekkid!!
Honestly, it's awful. They'll all get a dreadful chill in their kidneys and that'll teach them!
Or will it?
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