Between a rock and a hard place


Confessions of a New Yorker 4

Dear Internet, 

 

I have a confession to make. I have a ridiculously guilty pleasure. His name is Billy Ray Cyrus. Thats right. Billy Ray Cyrus. Ever since I was about 6 and heard this song on the radio 

 

 

Apparently I danced around in the river behind my grandparents house in my bathing suit singing it. 

 

Until this 

 

Don’t hate me.

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