When we wrote about Miley Cyrus taking up mountain biking last week, we admittedly had a little fun with the notion of a ruthless cold-blooded serial killer being just the thing to spruce up mountain biking’s image a bit. OK, we got her stage name wrong. (It’s not Hannibal the Cannibal.) But we never meant to unleash a tidal wave of publicity on poor Hannah. Now it appears she cannot mount a bike anywhere for a pleasant afternoon ride without the paparazzi descending on her like hail pellets.
Separated at birth?
There’s just one thing we noticed from her photo. Besides the fact she’s a little chunky. The round face, the high forehead, the full lips. . . could it be? Could Miley Cyrus be the love child of … Anthony Hopkins?
I thought it was Cyrus the Virus.
She looks a little like a love child of Tiger Woods in that photo. That’s not so farfetched.