"I wonder how long it'll take to become famous."

"I wonder how long it'll take to become famous." Miley said, fixing her blonde wig. "It'll take longer with that wig." Said her agent. "Just shave your head and twerk." "Ew, no."
"Are you sure that will make me famous?" Miley asked. "Sure." said her agent. So Miley shaved her head and twerked. Soon
she was on the front page of any newspaper that was even slightly disreputable, claiming mock outrage while making sure their paparazzi got the best view. Miley Cyrus had indeed
the enema that pop music needed. The public wanted Miley to ream the industry down to their short hairs and then take it to Brazilian standards. Bleach it, if she had to. She peed
on an Alsatian, which was required to join a Brazilian football (soccer) team. It was good enough for their president, so it was good enough for the common man. Miley did it for
Green Stamps she still collected. She had a closet full of full Green Stamp books. Miley was saving up to buy a swell Schwin. But not to ride it in Brazil. She wasn’t a doofus. She
thought herself more of a daredevil. Imagine Miley's surprise when she found out that the bicycle was no longer available through Green Stamps! Now her trip to South America had to
scuttled unless she could find someone on eBay or Craigslist selling the Schwinn and would accept Green Stamps. Then one day there it was on the Facebook Marketplace. Miley booked
the cheapest she could find, and it sure was. It was the crappiest Schwinn she had ever seen, but at least she had one now. In Scott's face! He would be so jealous! Miley riled in
excitement. She took countless images of the item and went out the next day, purposely a route that would cause her to pass Scott.

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