Stapp the Insanity!

Yo dawg, check this out. I wasn't really feelin' last night's 'American Idol'. It didn't work for me, dawg. In other words... P.U. The performances sucked ass and judging by the looks of some of them, the stylist was in a revenge-seeking mood. What the hell happened?

Going into this round, Daughtry was already starting to wear thin with me with his repetitive crap "rock" song selections and his over-strained vibrato. After last night? He is dead to me. One word: Creed. Oh and I just looked at his Idol profile and I have five more words: Favorite Male Artist: Rob Thomas.

It's official: I'm alienated. Put a fork in Chris. He's done. Even my girl KMcPhee was off, both in performance and attire. I know her fashion choices have been questionable in the past but last night's was the biggest question mark of all, for me at least. I sort of have blue balls as far as she's concerned (it's a painful, all-encompassing crush, you see) but after last night's outfit? The balls went from a deep blue violet to more of subdued shade of azure. Careful there, KMcPhee. Don't go messing with my balls.

Predictions:
Bottom Three: Lisa, Bucky and if there's justice once again, Ace. Dude's cheesy, man. CHEE-ZAY!
Going Home: Lisa