Jesus, how many more of these are left? Three hours sleep last night -- the insomnia is back -- but I'm feeling pretty good and rearin' to go.
Ryan starts out by saying that there are "three girls, and only one guy." The camera pans across their faces -- Jordin grins, Melinda fake-grins, LaKisha fake-grins, and Blake looks like you just told him you'd actually love it if he'd put it in your ass, and please don't use a condom, because it won't feel as good and it's not like you can get pregnant that way.
This is American Idol!
Oh man. Everyone's singing twice tonight. All the music comes from Barry Gibb, who I guess started as a member of the BeeGees, which makes sense because his initials are B.G. Huh. I feel like I learned something today. So basically, kids, prepare yourself for an evening of the songs your parents listen to. Or, for some of you, your grandparents, because your parents are, like, my age. Because I'm old. But let's not dwell on that.
Ryan's all like, "We are so going to run over time tonight. And that's awesome because it's my responsibility to keep us running on time, and I'm the one who takes shit in notes because Randy has to name-drop and Paula has to slur and then Simon has to berate everybody and every week, somehow, this is my fault. And yet, strangely, I still don't have a producer credit on this show. Can someone explain that? Seriously. Jesus."
Read More />Jesus, how many more of these are left? Three hours sleep last night -- the insomnia is back -- but I'm feeling pretty good and rearin' to go.
Ryan starts out by saying that there are "three girls, and only one guy." The camera pans across their faces -- Jordin grins, Melinda fake-grins, LaKisha fake-grins, and Blake looks like you just told him you'd actually love it if he'd put it in your ass, and please don't use a condom, because it won't feel as good and it's not like you can get pregnant...