…here we go with night two of American Idol, Season 7. Tonight the judges are in Dallas, a city most well-known for competing with Houston for ugliest, sprawling metropolis in the United States.
Quite frankly, I just don’t have it in me to spend the next two hours writing about (a) complete failures of human evolution, (b) hotties hotties hotties, and (c) watching Paula try to squirm her way out of telling some poor soul that their life’s ambition to be a famous singer is a really, really dumb dream to hold.
Oh, please, baby, don’t look at me like that. It’s not you. It’s me.
Update: Jessica Brown = hot. Especially for a former meth-head. She could have ended up being part of Faces of Meth; instead, her kiss, her kiss, is on my list.
OK, so maybe I’ll just chime in from time to time. I’m all about being a value-added contributor to the mythos of Idol.
Bruce… hey, I’m ok with the “sex until marriage” thing. That’s cool, uh, for you, I guess. But never kissing a girl? That’s just… hmmm. You’re coming out to your folks when?
Kady Malloy – I think we have our fourth American Idol winner in only two days! Who would have thunk it?