Since the embarrassment of his loins, Miley, has calmed down, Papa Ray has to do something, right? So, he's going to change his name to: Cyrus. Just. Cyrus. Because that's what he's always wanted:
"... I always went by Cyrus, and I begged Mercury Records to call me Cyrus in the beginning because that's what I was comfortable with. I'm going to the hospital where I was born in Bellefonte, Kentucky, and legally changing my name."
Awesome. But you should know that you have to go to the COURTHOUSE to get that name change. Yeah. Well, until you make the change on August 25th, we're gonna call you Billy Ray Butthole. Yeah, I'm bringing back first grade insults, because I've always wanted to roll that way.
"a unique, multi-day luxury music and arts festival with celebrity chef-catered meals and impressive accommodations."
Tickets ranged from $1,500 to $12,000 with those who bought VIP passes getting access to a yacht. Yipee! Sounds like paradise.... But, it failed. Big time. Headliner Blink 182 pulled out, and when festival-goers got there, they were treated to relief tents and mattresses, cheese sandwiches, and port-a-potties.
So, the Dipsh*t Duo said the Bahamas didn't have the infrastructure to accommodate such an event. Duh. Take a page out of the Sandals resort playbook (which your non-event was next too)-- you build the infrastructure and isolate the clients in paradise. Or even better-- partner with Sandals. They have great food and great accommodations!
Sigh. You two are quite the entre-manures, aren't ya? And get this-- these fools are gonna try it again next year. BWAAAA HAAAAA! Stop. Just. Stop.
P.S. I'd be all about the FRYe festival. But I'd only pay $2.50 for it...