TheBunnyBlog.com - May 10, 2007

I don't like it. I don't like it one bit. Lakesha Jones goes home, and that highlighted, wonky nosed freak with the beatbox moves on because young girls in America aren't allowed to fuck until 17? Fuh, fuh, fuh, fuh, fuck that.

Young hormones ruin that show. A comprehensive, full scale social outreach like "Vibrators for Decent Music" should be implemented. Or we could call it "Vibrators for Amazing Fat Black Singers." Jesus Christ.

What's it like to sit down to the phones and vote for the one douchebag in an otherwise talented lineup of singing contestants because he's the only guy and you can't control your vagina? Seriously, I don't get that. The worst part must be the guilt they get at twenty when they start fucking and realize it's better done to Jill Scott than Maroon 5. In fact, Maroon 5 and sex don't go together at all. I'm drying up just thinking about that band.

I guess I know that guilt. I went to a New Kids on the Block concert in Buffalo when I was twelve. I wanted my sister to like me. It didn't work, it NEVER WORKED you bitch, but secretly on the down-low, in my spiffy Walkman, were taped recordings of all my dad's records: BST, ELO, Black Sabbath, Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin. If there had been a show like American Idol back in the day (and if we hadn't been too poor to vote), I would've voted for the person who COULD SING.

Then again, I've always had a great relationship with my vag. It's very important. VIBRATORS FOR MUSIC!

Posted by The Bunny at 10:12 AM