
I predicted that the Bottom 3 would be: Brooke White, Carly Smithson and Michael Johns… with Syesha Mercado as an ‘alternate’.
Well, I underestimated the love America has for Brooke White and her goodness… she was safe.
So, the Bottom 3 was Carly, Michael & Syesha…. I was pretty dang close.
And, goodbye to Michael Johns… too bad, I really liked him, but he had it coming. I think he gave his best performance after he got ‘kicked off’… and America was probably sorry they dumped him.
I watched Carly cry and I thought that this competition is putting her through the ringer. I hope she really comes out and kicks ass next week… and why didn’t they let her sing with Heart last night, instead of that scary freak Fergie? Jesus, Fergie gives me the heebie jeebies. She seems like the creepy drunk girl at your party that’s not getting enough attention so she talks and sings real loud and says things like “I’m sooooo drunk”…. and then she vomits into the sink.. and then laughs really hard with a little vomit on her chin… and then blows some dude in the bathroom… and then passes out….and then you try and wake her up and she says “I love you”… and then she nods off and then wakes back up and screams “Leave me alone, I’m fuckin’ fine!”… and then she starts crying a lot…. and then she says she tired of being an alcoholic and a whore… and that she really doesn’t even like alcohol or sex….. and then you have to walk around the party and hope that somebody knows who the heck she is and that they will drive her home, because you really don’t want this crazy drunk girl passed out in your bathroom, because that’s waaaaaaay too much responsibility and a complete buzz kill.
And how great was Annie Lennox the night before? I cried and donated 50 bucks… crap, I’m not made out of wood, people? (I almost forgot the comma after wood and that would of sounded like I was saying I was not made out of “wood people”… that’s gay (in a good way).
Now THATs funny as shit. LOL
you just described me at the ΣΑΕ house my senior year of high school when, as the guest of my bff’s ΔΔΔ sister, michelle, i sampled greek life for 24 hours. i stole the frat’s composite photo, got caught by a monster named something warner, passed out in his spiderhole and woke up the next day alone and compromised. lots of crying. lots of vomiting. lots of WTF.
my dad’s part woodperson. what about it.
I meant no offense to your father’s wood.