American Idol: How Fucking Shocking

It's notwithstanding to put on your aluminum foil hats and review American Idol conspiracy theories! Last night, I was kind-of, kind-of, maybe drunked up while watching this flirt, so it was a total blur. By the at near, this is the way it was meant to be watched. The elimination event of Idol is like doing sexy times with a fugly scold you met at the bar. You don't distinguish why you're doing it and you're filled with push over it, but since you've already unqualified to, you might as well get as plastered as on to ease the pain. The only problem is that when Danny Dorkey's "RDJ thrash with the tard stick" face comes on the shield, I really can't control the barf nuggets from pouring off. They should throw a warning or some sawdust on his fugly ass overlook.
The only part I really remember last end of day was the OMG WTF WHY WHO HUH numbing reveal that the unstoppable flying unicorn that is Glamberace was in the buttocks 3 along with Kris Allen and Justin TimberMOLE. I uncommonly wasn't slapping my nipples out of appal, because I was waiting for the Idol producers to draw this fuckery out of their asses. This is some manipulative shit!
gruffly after Gaycrest puckered up his peen kisser and announced, Kris, The Mole and Glamberace as the hindquarters 3, he let Kris' sweet ass go back to safey. Then The Mole was once burned off. That's when my eyeballs started doing calisthenics. concede me a break. They never said Glamberace was in the in reality 2, but the producers are trying to scare his crackers fans by making it seem like he was concealed to being executed. Some of the Glamberts clout have been voting for Allison or Kris point of view Glamberace is safe, so now they are growing to go back to punching it in in the interest of their precious rainbow prince. That means there when one pleases most likely be a Chokey and Glamberace finale. prearranged!
If Lens Crafters' favorite bitch wins this shit, I count on forswear I will break into Simon's bathroom chambers and near squeak off the only thing that means anything to him: his titty fur.
And I acquire a question, why do I fucking care so much? I call for to drink more, obviously.
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