Dustin Kensrue

I don't know who Dustin Kensrue is. I don't know how to pronounce his name. I don't know what dude's deal is. 

But this is some shit.

I've always been on guard because of the fact that I love me some Miley, hawrd. No seriously, some Miley Cyrus shit is fucking awesome. I think she's genuinely talented, plus my daughter watches Hannah Montana all the fucking time when she isn't grounded from all technology for forgetting to wipe her ass and brush her teeth. Hell, I even like the fact that she annoys so many people with her antics because it means she's making an impression. While I don't always love everything she does, I do love me some Miley bro. Plus, no matter your opinion of her persona, her voice is unfuckwitable.

So when someone sends a link to a cover of "Wrecking Ball" I will listen no matter what. I'm going to have my doubts going in, but I'll open my side faceholes for Miley. But what about when the cover is fucking balls? 

I'll tell everyone, mmhmm.

This raspy chain smoker of a sex pot Dustin Kensrue fucking MURDERS this shit. By the time we get to "I never meant to start a war" I already have my pants around my ankles and the coconut oil jar unscrewed. This song is so much better taken out of context because it makes the lyrics feel like they're in size 42 font and they're scrolling across your field of vision and there's no way you can ignore them when belted out like Dustin belts them out.

I'm not a fan of covers or remixes or reissues, because it always feels like someone is trying to make a buck on what they (or someone else) already did. But this is just fucking perfect and I will be stealing this mp3 with a quickness and listening to it when there's a bunch of guys around me who aren't comfortable enough in their sexuality to admit they love them some Miley too.

It's okay guys. It's just a penis. It doesn't matter who's penis it is. Just don't look directly AT the penis. K? 

Sinner...