It seems like just yesterday we were watching Hanna Montana. Then suddenly Hanna unzipped like some sort of disturbingly realistic human costume and Miley Cyrus emerged in a creepy drunk teddy bear leotard, twerking her ass bones at any camera she could see in a manner that can only be described as a sexually threatening overture. Just thinking about it fills my heart with memories the way hot chocolate fills a mug in the middle of winter. An awful, cheap, disposable mug with a Zuul haircut and Justin Bieber's face.
Well, it's time to start building some new memories. Miley has officially grown up as she, and we (the entire world I mean) celebrate the arrive of her daughter Bubba Sue.