“I’m Sorrier Than An Alcoholic In A Bar Full Of O’Douls”

by Hannah Montana

I just wanted y’all to know that my good friend Miley Cyrus is not the one posin’ in them racy pictures. I am! I woulda said something sooner, but I kinda forgot about it because my parents wanted me to. Plus, I been on tour.

You know what, though, I can’t even believe I had to say anything. Y’all must be dumber than a hummingbird for thinkin’ that was Miley in that spread. Number one- and I’m only saying this to help her out- we don’t even look alike! She’s brunette; I’m blonde. She’s a couple pounds heavier; I’m in perfect shape. She looks white trash; I never wear my blue jean, acid-washed Wal-Mart mini without hose.

Number two-remember, now, I’m saying this for her own good- she ain’t famous!! You think a respectable magazine like Vanity Fair would want some redneck hack on the cover? I mean, the only reason that tramp gets anywhere in this town is ridin’ on the fancy coattails of her daddy, Billy Ray [who, by the way, is totally H-A-W-T!]

Bottom line is, Miley Cyrus is a precious, precious girl. Why, every time I’m too drunk to walk straight down the red carpet, she steps right in and takes my place. And that time I was pregnant for 7 days she lip sank for me the entire week.

Just leave her alone, all right?! And buy my CD. I need the money to pay my Meth dealer. [He gets testy when it's been a week or two since he et anything, and then he makes a ton of weird crafts and shit and sends ‘em to me, and I need all that shelf space for all the Grammys I know I'll get next year.]

XOXO,

Hannah J


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