Disney has put untold millions into Miley Cyrus‘ pockets allowing her to live a sweet, care-free existence full of Pilates classes and cakes shaped like giant dicks. Pharaohs didn’t have it this good. So you’d just assume that when she visits her benefactor’s family-themed amusement park, she’d dress just a tad more modestly. Then again, you’d also be assuming she wasn’t raised by a man whose mullet impregnated a woman with angel wings tattooed on her back which she later used to seduce Bret Michaels behind a funnel cake stand, so basically this happened:
