I’d rather play leapfrog with a unicorn* …
… than listen to “American Idol” hopefuls screech their ways through what I used to regard as songs. Gah.
And yet, six seasons in a row, I’ve tuned in to hear the worst of the worst. My shame at loving this shit is unparalleled, but damn, I admit, it makes me feel talented in comparison to hear these crazy-ass hacks!
TV season is back, y’all. And it’s about friggin’ time!
* I take exception if its horn is vibrating. 😉