It's too bad there's always a few premature cuts like Ebony Jointer each year on American Idol, when they let schmucks like Phil Stacey and Chris Sligh stay and ruin my whole Spring. You'd remember her from the auditions as the roller-waitress who could sang the Whitney?
A little screecy in the middle, but then again she's singing in her pink/black waitressing get-up in front of a bunch of spooked out ceramic guys in tuxedos while the clinking of people's butter knives stroke the last drops of ketchup onto their basket of fries. I'm gonna give her a break since no one else has obviously ever given her one. :D
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