Taylor swift was sitting on the porch of her 40 room mansion, directly facing the Kennedy compound.Taylor slowly,strummed her acoustic guitar and sang*I don't need no man/I got me a plan/He thinks he's a stud/I think he's a dud.baby baby..oh..ring...Taylor's press agent,Benny was on the line"hey princess!"hows my golden goose doing today?"I guess I'm ok"unless you have bad news,then I might feel cruddy" well,darling I hate to tell you this,but there's a 30ft. stay off the Kennedy compound, injunction on you"....well,well,"those picky Kennedy's."I'll show them!""now, now Taylor,just let it go,just use this as inspiration,to write more country flavored, maudlin,eye popin,feel good stompin,hits baby doll!"oh ok toodles!"...The wind around Taylor,began to pick up,her hair began to stand on end,her eyes began to glow a bright red.Meanwhile, in the Kennedy compound,Miley Cyrus,who was a friend of a friend,of a friend once removed",stroked her wickedly short haircut,"lordly!"this haircut itches like poison ivey!"I think it looks cool! said Taylor's ex Billy(made up name to protect authors teeth)" That's me!" Miley cried" too cool for school, fool!...."what the?...Miley walked to the bay window and said"What is that crazy barbie doing!?.....Miley stormed down towards Taylor's mcmansion.Taylor was cackling,her eyes. were spinning a firehouse red,her arms were raised above her head .Taylor let out a cackle"if it is'nt little lord forntleroy!"Miley Cyrus,you Hanna Montana bo Hanna has been,"I command you to be gone!....Miley smirked and replied" Girl, when you get dumped by a boy,you really take it hard."I feel kinda sorry for you!""You,smiley Cyrus feel sorry for me?!..." your haircut makes you look like Peter pan!"cackle.cackle!..."oh yeah?! miley replied" at least I don't look like that girl from the movie Carrie!"....Oh miley, at least my daddy didn't sing the worst song ever written!"why don't you take your boots are made for walking remake and act like a tree and leave!"....well", that does it!" Miley cried:" you can rank on me being a ex child star,and my short, itchy haircut:, but no one,but no one ranks on my Daddy!....Miley stormed back into the Kennedy house,Billy! "will you grab me one of those blue looking glass bottles up on that shelf? "This ok? Billy handed Miley a bottle that looked like perfume."thanks a lot,Billy boy! Miley returned to. Taylor's post teenage meltdown.Miley held the glass bottle in her left hand.Taylor said"back again smiley?"..Miley stepped closer to the glowing,electric,static spinning mass called called Taylor swift,and spoke"people think they know me,but they only know some of me"Taylor yawned.Miley continued:"people don't know I read books on ghosts and supernatural stuff",heck I even check out this site that has blinking lights and everybody talks about ufo's and mothman and well, it got me to thinking, Taylor...."what smmiley?..Taylor sneered." Well,Taylor,your too perfect." Your hair,teeth, your tall,your songs never bomb,your too good to be true,darling.Miley unscrewed the glass bottles cap,Taylor sneered" what's that? Kentucky moonshine?"..no.. it's not moonshine Taylor,"it's good old fashioned,sanctified holy water!....Miley splashed the holy water, from the private stock of Rose Kennedy onto Taylor's,tailored dress, stepping back as Taylor started to scream..." Miley!... "what have you done you...help me I'm melting!! you bbbb... Taylor's body gave off sparks, that lighted up the cape cod house..turning it into a funeral pyre..Miley grabbed a filtered ciggarette,from her pocket(she was down to three a day) and walked back to the Kennedy house.Billy came out and said" what happened Miley?...Miley puffed her ciggarette and said "like I always do,I took care of buisness!..."Lordy!...this haircut itches!".........the end. Jughead67.... You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author: 66268 ( Click here )
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