Oh … “Idol” smackdown! Awesome! And what was the Song of the Bleeps, anyway? Should I know it?
It’s kind of hard to trash talk someone when they have a yellow page and you don’t.
I think it was the follow up to the “Constance Frye on the wall” song that the Chicago-shirt-wearin’ dude was singing.
Did she say something about a big, black penis and a big black anus?
brown dick and brown ass?
Which she obviously made up. Because she’s insane.
This one is like Ashlee Simpson squared.
What’s up with Simon?
She looks older than 16… poor skin!
Amazingly, I don’t want to kill any of the judges so far! I even have a grudging respect growing for Paula Abdul’s comments with the croooner guy.
It’s a shame, really. I can totally picture her, five years from now, having a crazy Fiona-Apple-cum-Whitney-Houston-style meltdown on some awards show. “This whole world is bullshit! Kiss my ass!”
The holding the hand to the imaginary earphone thing has to be one of the most ludicrous affects possible.
She was growling at the judges like they stole her Ban De Soleil.
Did you see her? She thinks “Ban de Soleil” is some kind of pastry or something.
OK, what was the point of bringing Lil’ Paris Hilton’s mom in? (And who knew Chita Rivera had a kid that age? Must be one of those menopause reversals.)
Nooooooo… Poor raphsody!
I hear Ukraine’s lovely this time of year.
Or, for obscure Broadway fans, looks like “A DAY TRYING FOR HOLLYWOOD, A LIFETIME IN THE UKRAINE”.
I haven’t been this embarrassed for someone else since my friend Dawn farted during a history test in seventh grade.
Freddie’s going to find her and kick her skinny Ukranian ass!
Snerk! Simon can be Groucho!
Did it look like that Ukrainian girl was doing her pole routine? Only she usually doesn’t have to provide her own music.