My parents adore American Idol. I, personally, hate it with a purely romantic passion. It moves my show schedule around so I can't watch House and Bones. I was watching it earlier and it's as if only two of the damn judges are educated. Paula can't get a full sentence out of her mouth without tripping over letters if her life depended on it, and earlier when I had nothing to do but watch it with my parents, Randy had a George Bush moment. He said "gooder." Honestly, Randy Jackson? "Gooder?" I'll see you in hell.
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