So You Think You Can Fast Forward?
I just got done watching a 2 hour show of SYTYCD in one hour. perhaps less. Unheard of in the past few seasons. but now, you chop out all the commercials (30 mins) and the opening bit (8 mins… because that whore won’t say “joooges” anymore).
So there’s 38 minutes there. And then tonight, you had that God awful Windbag black ballet (or whatever her specialty is) biatch, and I got an easy 20 minutes back there. I can’t even begin to imagine what would happen if they put her and Lil’ C on the same judges panel. Oh wait, I can. 1 hour and 58 minutes of them using big words in run-on sentences, and 2 minutes of actual dancing.
Sadly, I don’t even listen to Mary Murphy anymore. Same shit, different week.
“Two First Class Tickets!!!”
“ALL ABOARD!!!”
“Hot Tamale train!!!!”
f’n blow me. I only give her a listen on the ballroom crap, or if someone has done horribly horribly bad and you want to see them get their hearts ripped out even more.
speaking of blowing, this year’s “I’m madly in love with you” pick is Janette (Miami salsa chick).
surprisingly, the top dude for me (in an im-not-madly-in-love-with-you kinda way) might be Ade… or aday, or atomorrow, or whatever the F his name is. followed probably by brandon… my preseaon fav. don’t say i don’t like black people.
and oh yeah, i ran today. my right lung seems to have a problem with that.
