My friend has, or should I say, had a Hannah Montana albums.
One day, when he wasn't in his room, I took the album to the train station, stood on the bridge, and dropped it right in front of a speeding train. I was a bit too early, landed right in front of the train, but nonetheless, that shit got ripped apart on the track.
It wasn't the same thing as actually slaughtering that talentless hack, but close enough.
Ahahaha, how fucking funny would it be if that bitch was reading this. The stupid cunt would be torn apart.