Two months ago: “Oh, geeze you’re recording American Idol? What a stupid show.”
One month ago: “So the really screwed up auditions are pretty funny, I won’t watch it once those are over.”
At this very moment: He knows them all by name and is watching it without me of his own free will.







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By on 03.22.07 3:08 am | Permalink
I don’t know them by name.
By on 03.22.07 9:34 am | Permalink
“the gay one”
“the fat one”
“the hot one”
“the one with no neck”
“the bald one”
“the Timberlake one”
“the beatboxer one”
“the one that has a kid”
and “the rocker one”
counts.
By on 03.22.07 12:06 pm | Permalink
I know JUST what you mean…even they become addicted!
By on 03.22.07 2:58 pm | Permalink
So great! I love that i know exactly which ones you are talking about too!!!!! Especially “no neck” as that’s exactly what we call her around these parts too!
Oh another thing…love love love those creatures! Seriously though, you should sell them.
By on 03.22.07 6:29 pm | Permalink
Did I hear ‘addiction’? Because I need a new one!