Now kids, if you have been following our little on-line endeavor, you know that we have begged and pleaded with y’all to toss the dead weight that is Scott aka the wedding singer. And we are happy to report that you have finally listened to us and done so!
But kids, we would be wrong if we didn’t say that somewhere deep down in our cold, dark, snarky heart, we are just a little bit proud of this boy who, against all odds, has propelled himself to pretty much the top of the American Idol heap. No, he certainly isn’t the best singer/musician around that we can all agree on! But damn, the boy is gifted and, by overcoming so much in his life, has become a powerful example for others with disabilities that could hinder and hamper personal success!
We are proud of Scott and we wish him well as he enters the field of adult contemporary musicians! One day, we are quite sure, we will see him entertaining the Vegas masses! You’ve inspired us to see past our disabilities and just go for it!
Now listen here kids, this is not the day to play with me! No it’s not! Already several of you kids have been hammering away at me wanting to know where today’s bit of on-line nonsense is. And I’m just gonna say this once, besides technical difficulties and other such stupidity, I’ve got a pounding headache that is making me just a little bit less than my normal, good-natured, sparkling self. So deal with it!
Now kids, this weekend past has been quite the weekend. For some reason I’m still trying to suss out, it was decided to put on our best cuh-ra-zee outfit, ala LiLo, and shake our groove-thang all over the Thirty Mile Zone. Lawd kids, it’s a wonder ya didn’t see us over on the TMZ because we were out there! Now kids, all good things must come to an end, and so, I decided the best way to close out a weekend filled with too much of all things was to invite the ex, the good Farmacist, Dr. P. Haze, up to my casa high in the hills overlooking Hollywood in hopes that a good meal, the kind my sainted grandmother from the South would fix up when we kids were a clammerin for some vitals, would persuade the good Farmacist to part with some of that medication that sits in some hidden compartment in that ever-present bag. Now lawd kids, we ate ourselves silly and in our hazed states proceeded to comment on those frauds that continue to parade around that indulgent stage over at that juggernaut of a show called Idol.
Now listen, some of those children were quite good! And one of them has been running on sympathy! Let us just say it right now, the wedding singer shtick has gotten old! We just don’t care any more and were glad to hear at least one of the judges flat out gather some balls and say it…”ya suck!”
Now kids, because my head is still swimming from a weekend of over-indulgent debauchery (and at least partially because of the good Farmacist’s “medicinal” cure), I’m just gonna get right down to business and I don’t wanna hear a damn thing from you kids about my brevity. My head won’t handle it!
Danny Gokey Stand By Me
We have said repeatedly that we love this child! And we thought he was da bomb tonight! And, we agreed with Ms. Vodkalips in the first of our several very inebriated conversations that this was the one to vote for…until of course we heard at least two others sing circles around this child. By the time the show had closed, we really didn’t care to stand by DaGoke, in fact, we struggled to remember what that child had sung. Maybe it’s the curse of the firsts…or maybe he was just boring when compared to some of his previous performances and given the strength of his competition!
Kris Allen All She Wants To Do Is Dance
We aren’t sure who “she” is, but up in my casa high in the hills above Hollywood, we didn’t want to do a damn thing that resembled dancing. We just didn’t care too much for this child or his performance! We did LOVE that he was wearing, for a second week, the Sunday bracelet, promoting the Invisible Children. We have all of the bracelets and would encourage those of you kids who actually pay attention to what we dribble on about here to lend your support!
Lil Rounds What’s Love Got To Do With It
I’ll tell ya what love has to do with it…VOTES! And we did NOT love this second rate disaster from this child whose badonkadonk butt puts all sorts of nasty and naughty thoughts a zippin through our damn heads. This child had better pull her sh*t together otherwise she’s gonna be out on that rather prodigious ass-et of hers.
Anoop Desai True Colors
Now last week we were just not thrilled with this child and believed it to be entirely appropriate for him to be sitting in the bottom three. This week, we just loved this damn child again! Our problem [natch] is the damn consistency! If next week is another bad performance then we will call for his permanent ban!
The Wedding Singer We Don’t Care
We could give a sh*t less what this child sang or what kind of instrument he paraded out (it was bad!)! We’re just gonna say it and don’t want to hear a damn thing from you kids…this child has been receiving sympathy votes and that ain’t right! This child should be judged on his talent and not on his lack of sight! Oh, and put some damn sunglasses on his face! D.C Vodkalips and I are both in agreement that it is flat out unnerving to watch!
Allison Iraheta I Can’t Make You Love Me
This would NOT have been our selection for this child to sing, but lawd, once again she has wowed us with her vocal prowess! We already love you child!
Matt Giraud Part Time Lovers
Lawd kids, anyone that can re-arrange a classic by the master and then sing the hell out of it deserves our vote! We love this child and what he did! Lawd, this child sang us right out our damn clothes AND got our valued and vaunted vote!!!
Adam Lambert Mad World
This child sits in another stratosphere from the rest of these frauds! I just don’t have anything else to say! He deserved Mr. Simon’s standing O! We gave him one too!
We’ve seen all the damn baby pictures we need to see! We think you’ll agree with that one! Now we’re gonna go out on a very thin limb here and say the wedding singer is toast!!! And you kids who are votin for him because you feel sorry for him…well, you ain’t do him no damn favors!!! So knock it off before we take ya out to the wood shed and, as our sainted grandmother was known to do, tan your bee-hind!
Now listen here kids, I need to get my fat ass in bed! I’m in no mood to deal with any lip from anyone! Those damn frauds that are parading themselves around that craptacular stage over at Idol should be smacked upside the head. Or as my sainted father use to say about the child assumed to be my much younger male sibling, should be “dropped kicked to the moon!” I mean, lawd-a-mercy, what was that ginormous mess we witnessed tonight?! Huh? I just don’t know who to blame: the frauds who are calling themselves contestants OR the consultants (and I use that term ever so lightly) who are there to help them with their song selections.
Now, I’ve just slid into my casa high in the hills above Hollywood after spending another lovely evening with Bosoms Galore, her marital partner and their most adorable spawn drinking copious amounts of wine paired with some lovely cheeses and a lightly seared filet. From their penthouse overlooking this city of angels spread like a carpet below us and watching from their big ass tee-vee – the kind that hangs on the wall and costs more than your damn house – we have cursed and screamed and shaken our collective heads at this hot mess that has been foisted upon us in the name of sangin! We sat in rather stunned silence as Anoop-Dog ushered himself right into the bottom three; we refused to turn our lights up or down during Megan Joy’s mangling of Bob Marley and frankly, we were just flat out flummoxed at selections these frauds made, particularly given the amazing buffet they had at their disposal. These kids blew and not in a good way!
Now kids, I would be remiss if I said that they all sucked! They did not! In fact, one child did so good, he caused Ms. Vodkalips to ring my little iPhone up to say that she was all wet. Now kids, I know that is disturbing to hear, but lawd y’all, I was feeling a little bit beside myself as well after that child Kris pounded out that old ditty makin it all new and downright alluringly sexualized and stuff! Yes, that child did!
But listen kids, I don’t have time to sit around and hold forth on all these frauds. I really must climb between these most luxurious of sheets that have been spread out so invitingly on my place of slumber.
Anoop Desai Caught Up
This poor child has a magnificent voice but really can’t figure out what the hell kind of song he should be singing that will showcase his talent as anything other than the winner of the Frat House Karaoke competition! And to top it off, he had the great misfortune of being selected to “perform” in the first time slot thus guaranteeing that he was totally forgotten by the time we wrapped up the show! Expect him to be in the bottom three…for sure!
Megan Joy Turn Your Lights Down Low
Now I like this little quirky temptress! However, I just found myself less than impressed with tonight’s performance. Perhaps the only saving grace was that the good Farmacist, Dr. P. Haze found her to be “not that bad…in fact, pretty damn good!” Shocking since the good Farmacist rarely has time to be bothered with giving an opinion on any of the contestants! Still, I’d say she’s another shoo-in for the bottom three but maybe, just maybe, she’ll stick around for another week! Maybe?!
Danny Gokey What Hurts The Most
What hurt the most was having to suffer through this bore of a performance. And that, kids, is perhaps the most shocking thing I can say because we have loved, loved, loved this child. Tonight, Ms. Galore and I just looked at each other, yawned and stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. We couldn’t be bothered!
Allison Iraheta Don’t Speak
This poor child is stylistically and hairifically challenged! I understand that she is 16 and trying to figure sh*t out, but jumpin beans on a pogo stick! I was slightly confused by that outfit way more than I should have been! Thankfully I remembered a little tidbit of wisdom that Ms. Vodkalips imparted several years ago…”close yer damn eyes” she slurred one night while watching a rather hideously dressed contestant! I did and again found myself in love with this child!
Scott MacIntyre I Love You Just The Way You Are
I must have stepped away during this wedding-singer-esq performance! And really, who can blame me! Ms. Bosoms Galore’s only comment was that this child’s “hair is f*cked up!” My lovely cousin, from her trailer out in the wilderness of Kansas could only say that this child needed sunglasses! And frankly, if that’s all that can be said about this child then it’s time to send him home!
Matt Giraud You Found Me
We weren’t looking for you! And certainly, after that performance, find it hard to make ourselves want to look for you! Egads!
Lil Rounds I Surrender
We know this child has pipes! But really, like Kara, we ain’t tryin to hear Ms. Rounds turn herself into some damn kind of adult contemporary singer! No kids, we ain’t!
Adam Lambert Play That Funky Music
Again, this child is good! But damn y’all, he shore ’nuff likes bein way, way, over the top! Lawd!
Kris Allen Ain’t No Sunshine
This child sent shivers and chills a runnin’ up and down my damn spine! By 9:45p, Ms. Vodkalips was still all wet down there and had managed to vote 46 times for this child! We were still hitting the rewind button on our trusty little TiVo like device to watch and re-watch this masterpiece of a performance! We will buy this damn CD as soon as it is out!
Now listen kids, tonight was nothing but bad, bad song selection! Just about all these damn children blew it! But the real question is, who blew it bad enough to go home?
Now kids, you’re gonna have to listen real fast like cuz I’m just too pissed off to do much else besides fast. Those dumb-asses over at my local FOX affiliate hit the switch and then went for a ciggy break or some damn thing completely leaving me with a fine picture on my tee vee – the kind that hangs on the wall and projects a crystal clear picture – but with absolutely NO sound. Lawd, I was a cursing and a screamin at the poor little gurl over at the FOX station who was frantically looking for whomever had caused this catastrophy. That’s not to say I missed much, only the first performance by that fraud Matt Giraud. And from what I heard of the replay, it wasn’t that damn good anyway.
But listen, today was all about the smooth and classic sounds of Motown. And lawd was I ready! One would think that the Motown sound was perfectly suited to certain of the voices that are parading around this stage like they’ve already got a damn recording contract. Oddly enough, those who should have succeeded tonight did not and the ones who I would not have chosen to excel did just that.
Now the good Farmacist, Dr. P. Haze, tramped by to sample a little of the super my long-suffering chef had whipped up and as a payment, slipped a little of the “medication” that is carried around in a secreted little bag. I’m not going to blame the medication for causing me to fall asleep during this way too damn long show. Then again, who else is to blame. I would like to say that I played the Drunk Paula game, but between all the head-bobbing down in Simon’s lap, I found myself out of rules for what to do in that situation. Lawd, that child is a wreck!
But listen, I’ve promised to be quick, so…
Matt Giraud Let’s Get It On
I had no sound so I can’t judge this performance. But based on those gawd-awful facial expressions, this child was clearly in pain and needed to be excused so as to call on the good Farmacist for a quick course in pain medication. As this child sang first, I will expect to see him in the bottom three.
Kris Allen How Sweet It Is
Now here’s the deal kids, this child isn’t bad, he’s just not a winner! As one fellow said, he “carries himself like someone who snuck onstage and is afraid of being found out.” Cold! But true!
Scott MacIntyre You Can’t Hurry Love
This child will make an amazing wedding singer! He falls far short of the mark when it comes to trying to compete with these other frauds and fraudettes. Please put this child out of our collective misery!
Megan Joy For Once In My Life
For once in my life I wished I was sleeping and had missed this little performance. Lawd, the child looked quite fetching in that little number with the hair all cute and pinned up. But, egads, my dogs set about howling when she hit full stride.
Anoop Desai Ooh, Baby, Baby
Now kids, I’m just not quite sure how I felt about this damn performance. Vocally this child was quite stunning, but like Simon, I was left a little unsettled by that limpid performance. So you tell me…what now?
Michael Sarver Ain’t Too Proud To Beg
How this child managed to hang on after last week’s disastrous debacle is beyond me. For a second week in a row, I’m gonna call this child the one to hit the road. He was damn atrocious. All the gods in the heavens must surely have stopped up their ears when that bunch of mess hit the stage!
Lil Rounds (Love Is Like A) Heat Wave!
Now listen, some blathering fools have decided that because this child is black, she some how must be the one to represent the Motown sound. No, they didn’t actually say that, but we all damn well knew what they meant! And maybe they were right! Except she didn’t! She laid down and wet herself, just when she needed to be great! So damn disappointing…and that f’d up hair! Lawd, don’t get me started on this child I have loved since the first moment I saw her strut her fine and sexy stuff across my big ass tee vee! Tonight she just fell down!
Danny Gokey Get Ready
Now I love this child’s voice. It makes me want to do bad things…lawds in the heavens! But tonight he just pissed me off! When the great Smokey Robinson tells you to do something to a damn song, ya do it! And he didn’t! And for that reason alone, I’m pissed! Also because he sorta sucked!
Adam Lambert Tracks of My Tears
Kids, I just don’t know what to say about this child! This is the second week in a row that I have been surprised as hell by his vocal performances…in a good damn way! But that hair…egads!
Allison Iraheta Papa Was a Rolling Stone
Lawd, this child just wrecked it tonight!! I will buy that damn CD! I did not care that she had stuck some kinda weird orangish/reddish thing on her head…it just didn’t matter! Cuz this child strutted around that stage like a damn pro-fesh-ion-al! Just sayin! I would pay good money!!! Hands down, my favorite performance of the night!
But listen kids, I need to hit the hay! I’m tired, half drunk, certainly medicated beyond all good sense! I think Michael’s in the bottom three again and this time, I think he’ll be hittin the bricks! What you think?
Ok kids, here’s the deal! I’ve somehow managed to land smack dab in a pile of flu-like symptoms that don’t make me very amenable to anything and certainly not writing about that Opryland fiasco we were treated to tonight. Now kids, I like’s me some country and western music as much as the next person and that skin and bones country crooner Randy Travis certainly is at the top of the heap in the gun-rack-in-the-back-window-of-my-pickup-truck crowd. In fact, I was a good mind to invite Mr./Mrs. Redneck over cuz lawd knows they love them some Randy Travis. I didn’t because I’m feelin less than and because they decided to fly the coop down to Ala-somewhere or other to reconnect with their roots. Lawd, I don’t know who to be scared for.
But listen, I’ve digressed. Frankly, if I’m being honest – and we know I always am – I just wasn’t too enthused. It wasn’t that anyone sang terribly badly, it’s just, I wasn’t feelin’ it. There is one who is totally and undoubtedly out of his league. The blind guy is a really nice guy who would totally finish first if this was a show to pick America’s favorite wedding singer. But it’s not!
Since I’m feelin under it, I’m gonna cut this short and concentrate on those fraudulent country and western crooners who did something less than dazzle as they paraded their “talent” across that indulgent stage for 30 million (right) of us to see –
Michael Sarver Ain’t Going Down (Til the Sun Comes Up)
The sun has risen for this oil rig roughneck and he’s goin’ down! Trust me! He did not sing terribly badly, tis true, BUT, he sang first and get real, unless he’s your pick to win the whole damn thing (hello all three of you), then you’ve totally forgotten than he even sang. You know it, and I know it! Hell, I forgot he sang before the show was even over.
Allison Iraheta Blame it on Your Heart
Paula for once was quite lucid when she held forth that this child could sing the damn alphabet and do it well!! While I can’t stand that nasty lookin mop she has placed upon her little 16 year old head, I do quite like what comes out of this child’s mouth. She got pipes!
Kris Allen To Make You Feel My Love
I did not feel this child’s love, or anything else. I was just damn bored. He certainly is a cute child and I loved the ring on his finger – just stunning – but, if that’s all I remember, then lawd kids, that just ain’t much!
Scott MacIntyre Wild Angels
Wild what? Look, this child did my cousin’s ex a favor by croonin when he married the cuz’s replacement. And I don’t hold that against him! I truly don’t! In fact, I think he has quite a career croonin to love-birds as they celebrate that special day that starts the long hard road to divorce court. I’m not bitter, I’m just sayin.
Lil Rounds Independence Day
Now listen here, we like us some Lil Rounds and it doesn’t matter a damn bit what Simon calls her…we will love that child until the day she is placed out to pasture. This will not be the week! It won’t! Obviously she isn’t a country and western star in the making. We know that! So do you! But she was pretty damn good considering!
Adam Lambert Ring of Fire
Lawd, this child is something else. Now listen, all the gay boys are just in love with this child because of his over the top performances…and maybe, just a little bit because of this picture. I have refused to get on board because this child is just too much! But lawd kids, these drugs the good Farmacist has prescribed must be doin something to my mind, because I quite liked the hot mess that was Adam tonight!! BRAVO!
Alexis Grace Jolene
Now listen kids, all I can think of right now is that I’m gonna be stuck with Jolene running through my head as I try to fade off into sleepytime land! I just don’t have words for this tacky performance! None what-so-ever!
Danny Gokey Jesus Take the Wheel
I have liked this child for some time (partly in protest over the untimely departure of his man-friend Jamar), but tonight I could have done without! As Simon often says, it was indulgent! Quit preaching! We just don’t care! And we also don’t care about only the big notes cuz if you can’t support them with spot-on smaller notes, then who cares about the big ones! Come on!!!
Anoop Desai You’re Always on My Mind
Oh Lawd, this child’s performance plumb makes me take back every little thing I said about this child last week!! I will dream and fantasize about this child and his, um, performance as soon as my head hits the pillow!!!
Megan Joy Walkin’ After Midnight
This child is fun and quirky and we like her! She may have been sicker’n’a dog, but lawd we admire that she came out and sang her purty little heart out!! Feelin like we do right now, we could not have done what she did! She got our vote tonight (even if she left Ms. Vodkalips feelin’ cold and clammy like our flu-like symptoms)!!
Matt Giraud So Small
I do believe this child just rang every bell in my house!! Had I not already declared my intent for Ms. Megan Joy, I would be given my vote to this fella!!! Lawd!!! This child done just sang the house down and replaced that Gokey fella as the reigning “singer” of the bunch! Can he keep it up? We shall see!!
Now listen, I’m gonna take my ass to bed and try to pull it together! Now listen here kids, I’m makin the prediction that we’ll be losing that oil rig roughneck fella. What you think?
Now listen here kids, once again I don’t have but a damn minute to whack this little bit of on-line nonsense out. My damn driver has informed me after last week’s little hissy fit of honking that I’d better be on-time otherwise my ass will be left behind. Now if you asked me, and no one has as of yet, that damn fool is begging to lose his status as my driver since I’m the one writing out his damn check.
Now y’all are probably wondering what the hell happened to me last week since there were no notifications or any sort of releases from my casa high in the hills above Hollywood after last week’s rather bizarre ending that saw our top expand to a size 13. Now kids, I’ve got nothing against adding someone to an already over-bloated roster…but why 13? My sainted grandmother, may she rest in peace with all the spirits she was so fond of calling up during her long and fulfilling lifetime, was as superstitious as they come and she would not be thrilled with this tempting of the fates by bringing our number up to 13. I was half afraid to climb into bed lest she torment me in my dreams about this unseemly development.
Now kids, if I’m being honest, as we know I always am, I was called away from my big ass teevee – the kind that hangs on the wall and projects a crystal clear image – by a rather big-headed Hollywood Jew Lawyer who came over to whisper in my ear some news of a decidedly confidential nature. Now kids, I don’t know sh*t from shinola about the goings on behind the scenes over at that bloated and irrelevant show we watch so faithfully called Idol, but lawd kids, that Ms. Jew Lawyer sure does. Ohhhh Lawd, to say I was shocked and appalled at some of the filth pouring out of her mouth is just the understatement of the year. I was of a good mind to ring up that metrosexual of metrosexuals and register my horror until of course I remembered that (i) what flitted in to my wide open ear was confidential (as if…I live in Hollywood) and (ii) I was drunker’n’a’skunk so I coulda been mistaken.
But now, my only reason for bringing up Ms. Jew Lawyer’s visit was that I missed hearing a couple of those damn frauds belt out what they are calling performances. Although, let’s get real, even the replay of Jasmine, poor thing, was enough to tell me I hadn’t missed a damn thing. Oh lawd, that child didn’t go there did she? What a mess…even if she’s a cute one.
And on the subject of messes, good lawd, Paula was in straight up rare form. Brother-man sent me a covert message over the Facebook stating that he thought she was a rather lousy representative for whatever medication they had given her. Me…lawd, I just wanted some. And let me tell you a damn thing or two…don’t play Drunk Paula at home alone unless you enjoy finding yourself splayed sh*t-faced on the floor. And the good Farmacist, Dr. P. Haze did not help matters by dropping by rather unannounced with a self-prescribed bottle of his own special medication designed to make the world disappear into some sort of haze. Lawd, even in my foggiest of states, it is apparent that child is working an angle.
Now kids, that old lush D.C. Vodkalips was a hollerin into my iPhone about something or other, lawd love her. I think what she was saying was that Danny Gokey got her hot n’ bothered. Now if I’m being honest, and we know I always am, that child is about the best thing on the damn show. Lawd, I’d give my only child for just a quick moment with he and his man-friend.
But listen here, that fool driver of mine has blasted the horn and I haven’t had a moment to write up these moe-rons that massacred those songs recorded so lovingly by the Progeny’s idol, that White Lady herself, Miss Michael Jackson. So, with horn a blowin in the background, a head a beatin like the drums in Ricky Miner’s band, here’s a quick rundown –
Lil Rounds The Way You Make Me Feel
Love this child…even her misguided outfit! She is one of the few who will overcome the curse of the firsts! Trust me…this child is just tops in my book.
Scott MacIntyre Keep The Faith
Now, I know that this sightless prodigy serenaded my cousin’s ex and his new wifey at their wedding. And I don’t hold that against him. His performance on the other hand left a whole hell of a lot to be desired. That’s all I’m gonna say!
Danny Gokey PTY
Pretty young thing indeed! Lawd kids, he’s not really my cup of tea, but damn that child can sing the clothes right off of me. I ended up drinking a glass just in celebration of this performance. Lawd, thank the gods that this was not the finals cuz this child woulda won hands down!
Michael Sarver You Are Not Alone
I wanted to be! Lawd, I know the judges thought he did swell…me…hell no!
Jasmine Murray I’ll Be There
And then she wasn’t…just sayin!
Kris Allen Remember the Time
I have no comment!
Allison Iraheta Give In To Me
Lawd kids, I love this child and her ballsyness…I did not like last night’s performance. Not even remotely. And that hair…jumpin jeebus…
Anoop Desai Beat It
Scram. Bounce. Bugger off! Seriously! We liked you now we don’t! You’ve done killed a song we love and hold dear to our cold, dark, snarky hearts.
Jorge Nuñez Never Can Say Goodbye
Now we like this child, but we did not like the class 1 drag performance he gave last night. Lawd, that big-haired, foul mouthed, Lady Bunny would have been proud to have given a performance half as good at the once glorious but now sadly defunct Wigstock! Whew!
Megan Joy Corkrey Rockin Robin
Adam Lambert Black or White
This child revolts me! I cannot even believe the amount of attention the judges just pour over him. A league all his own? WTF?! I do not understand his reed-thin voice and the appeal it has. I do love his hair!
Matt Giraud Human Nature
Poor thing…had to follow that over the top Adam fellow. In truth, I was too drunk to know whether this child strummed his gueetar with any degree of acceptability. Pity cuz I’ve liked this boy! Just tell him that it’s human nature!
Alexis Grace Dirty Diana
Well kids, I certainly felt dirty after watching that…and not in a good way!
Now listen here kids, I don’t have but a damn minute before I’ve got to hit the road to get to that place that helps keeps me living in my gated and fortified casa high in the hills above Hollywood. I don’t want to hear a damn word coming from any of ya’ll about the lack of content about today’s bit of writing. I don’t have time for silliness like such…so, as Bosoms Galore loves to say “shut your pie whole!”
Speaking of Bosoms Galore, it’s really her damn fault that I don’t have but a minute to sit here and whack this little bit of genius out. For reasons unknown to me (it certainly can’t be my charming personality), she rang my trusty iPhone and invited me for dinner and some Idol watching at the penthouse she shares with the only two people on the planet who are allowed to suckle those tata’s she so proudly puts on display. And let me tell you, there ain’t nothing like trying to eat your damn dinner of a lovely baked salmon filet when a one year old is beggin for the teet. But lawd, I love that child and envy her dad (who also joined us at the well laid out table). Also joining us at the table as we looked out at the breathtaking view of all of the City of Angles, spread out like a damn carpet beneath us, were the Rednecks who brought Bosoms Galore into this here world. And lawd, weren’t those two a hot mess! I would sit and watch this damn show every night of the week with those two if given the opportunity. In fact, I have personally extended an open-ended invitation to my casa high in the hills above Hollywood, for the two of them to come on over at any time to share the wisdom only growing up in the sticks of Ala-somewhere can bestow upon you!
But listen here kids, you’ve already got me side-tracked and befuddled (which isn’t all that hard given the copious amounts of wine I drank), and we haven’t even discussed those frauds and fraudettes who took the stage to woo our hearts and cause us to get calluses on our perfectly manicured fingers dialing one hundred and fifty times for our favorite (Lil Rounds…hands down). Not that we did any such thing, but I know that DC Vodkalips must surely have as we tried to ring her on several occasions only to receive a busy signal. A what? In this day and age…the nerve!
Now listen, there’s not much I can say about the disasters that flitted across the big ass teevee that Bosoms Galore’s marital partner has installed on the wall in their penthouse high over of this City of Angles – the kind that projects a crystal clear image and costs more than your damn house. In fact, about the only damn thing I can say to Alex, Arriana and Taylor is buh-bye, c-ya later, thanks for playin, we’ve got a lovely parting gift in the damn back for ya!
We also would like to wave a fond farewell to Kristen who Mr. Redneck said would be perfect laid out in his latest edition of that naughty, nudie rag Playboy. Joining Kristen exiting stage left, but not please, oh please on the pages of that naughty, nudie rag Playboy, are Kendall, Nathaniel, Von and Felecia. Although I will say we liked little Miss Felecia and were just tickled pink when we found out that she was being brought back to fill the spot of that disgraced, and rumor has it sleeping with a producer, fraud that was unceremoniously dumped following Hollywood week.
Now listen kids, there was one we loved and whooped and hollered over as she pranced around that damn stage. And then there were a couple of boys that we liked, maybe even well enough to have put them through. Bet you wanna know who! Ok, even as my brain is swimming from the liquification spawned from last night’s episode of Drunk Paula and my driver is blowing his damn horn, I really must finish this up!
Loved that child so oddly named Lil Rounds. We found ourselves liking, quite a bit, that too much information sharing Ju’Not! Lawd y’all, I nearly fell off the damn sofa when he so casually mentioned having someone stick a needle in his ass to help him sing better…lawd kids, that child should go through just for that one damn comment cuz you know, he’s liable to say any damn thing that pops into his fool head and wouldn’t that just be a hoot! We also were rather enamored with that bug-eyed, big-toothed boy from Puerto Rico…Jorge Something-or-Other. He just might provide competition for Ju’Not for that third spot. Then there was the blind boy…although truth be told, Mr. Redneck thought he was just playing blind and was a bit taken back when Mrs. Redneck called him a “pecker-head who needs to open your damn eyes!” Now lawd kids, you just don’t hear that kind of honest talk coming from most people these days. What a pleasure!
Now listen, I need to scoot on out the door before that fool driver sends the damn National Guard in after my ass. If he don’t stop blowing that horn I’mma have a little somethin to say that won’t be all that polite. Now I already know who Bosoms Galore and Mr./Mrs. Redneck liked…who you think’s stickin around? Puh-leeze take the poll!