I actually feel a little sorry for Miley Cyrus here surely choosing what must be the most uncomfortable airport outfit I have ever witnessed. I’m so hot, I’m so hot, I’m so hot! I can’t even begin to imagine what it would’ve been like wearing that coat on top of all that mess. I start sweating the moment I hit the gate! Especially when it is a crisp 72 degrees in L.A. today… And by the way, I have aversion to lint attracting fabrics like twills or tweeds or whatever it is you call them. Another nightmare scenario for me is having honey slathered on my body, but that’s another story entirely.
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