When the topic of water cooler banter the morning after the weekly Elimination Show is "did she or didn't she" regarding Kelli Pickler's breasts, you know its gonna be a long season (...but if I do say so my myself DAYUM those are huge). Frankly, I found it more amusing to wonder how right in front of my eyes Paula has morphed from a gorgeous former dancer/pop queen to a lion a la Beauty and the Beast.
Anyways, the group sing was as horrible as ever. Or I assume it was. I tivo'd right on past that little gem of a performance. But the fun continues as I now GET to listen to an awkward conversation between Ms. Seacrest and Ms. Pickler (who has been spending way too much time in a tanning bed recovering) while Simon is caught on camera obviously talking smack behind his fist (how do I love thee, let me count the ways). And there is NO WAY on gods green earth that this blond bimbo is REALLY that stupid . Seriously, how long did they rehearse THAT bit for? For a moment, my husband busted in the room thinking I was accidentally watching an Episode of My Name is Earl. Getting an eye full of Ms. Pickler's new investment (that was too easy Ryan, by the way) he quickly forgot that he hates this show too. Then she started to sing and we both dove for the remote. Fast Forward.
The more I watch, the more I hate these blithering brats. It's a COMPETITION not summer camp. You should be cheering when someone gets cut, not sniveling like whiny 2 year olds (I'm talking to you Sundance). MAN UP!!!
And now the results...
Buh Bye!
Nick - I'm so Sensitive, I want to smack myself
AJ - Pack your pumps and hit the road Jack
Alaina - Waa, waa I'm going to give up singing now (harumph)
Leslie - At least your dogs love you
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