Is it possible to get hemorrhoids from a television show?
Is it possible to not get hemorrhoids from American Idol?
Is it possible that American Idol IS a hemorrhoid?
I don’t have enough tequila for this.
I wonder if you can get buzzed huffing air fresheners.
Is anyone here NOT painfully ugly?
It’s like they went out of their way to find people with horrible deformities.
I think that last guy just made me sterile.
Seacrest must be some sort of punishment for humanity’s sins.
Wouldn’t American Idol be one of those sins?
I should really look into Buddhism.
I have a sneaky suspicion that this is making the terrorists mad.
Terrorists can be very reasonable sometimes.
I wonder if they can make this stop.
I get the feeling that Randy Jackson really thinks he’s hot shit.
I can’t stand when people name drop and take themselves too seriously.
He’s the white bread to Simon’s sourdough and Paula’s nut loaf.
Well, it’s time to play good news/bad news. The bad news is that I really struggled with this one and, as you may have noticed, I kind of failed. The good news is that I didn’t start blogging American Idol last year until they got to the final twenty or so at which point the structure was much more conducive to blogging. This stage with the montages and personal stories and the weird names that I can’t spell is less so. Thus, I’ve decided to wait it out through the auditions and try again once the insanity has passed. In the meantime, it’s been fun popping in for another visit. We should do this again some time.