Fearing that this season hasn't been boring enough and that chosen ones Carly Rae and Greg need more pimpage, John Brunton has put the final nail in his coffin by imposing acoustic night upon us. And to help coach Carly Rae, the show's brought in someone who's an expert at dealing with fake whores, Enrique Iglesias. He'll be teaching the Idols how to properly touch and rub themselves, point and reach into the camera and be as much of a repulsive sweaty pig as possible.
Martha Joy
Joybot16 has been programmed to perform True Colours tonight but there's a malfunction as it babbles like an idiot when it meets Enrique. To begin its performance, Joybot has been positioned six feet from the center of the stage, then has been programmed to move towards the center of the stage, but the audio card malfunctions as Joybot's operating system isn't powerful enough to process movement and singing at the same time. And Joybot's programmers still haven't begun installing the emotion chip yet. And then Joybot fully crashes as it ends with a shriek until its programmers pull the plug. Jake says I'm still not feeling it but Farley has accepted that robots can emote as much as Martha not being remembered by Canada as an emotionless evil stiff with retarded fans and Filipino Priests who bullied and cut VFTW darling Montana from her group once she's eliminated tomorrow night.
Dwight d'Eon
We get our first human (barely) performer of the night as Dwight's doing Every Breath You Take by The Police. Enrique says that Dwight's version doesn't remind him of The Police, but more of when his mistress called the police. Dwight's with his guitar and sitting on a stool because he injured himself terribly this morning reaching for the cookies at the top of the pantry and must be in terrible pain, at least if you judge by the groans he emits while singing. And Every Breath He Takes, Dwight is losing his voice until it all finally ends with a bum note almost as bad as the fifty Joybot sang just before him. Sass likes how Dwight changed the melody, and Dwight's glad they haven't changed what's in Sass' cup. And while Dwight's voice box has faded away, Zack tells him that what's really faded away is any vision of Dwight winning this show.
Jaydee Bixby
VFTW pick Jaydee's next and he's decided to start his relationship with Enrique off with a big, fat lie as he tells him that his favourite singer is Johnny Cash. Jaydee's doing Green Day's Time Of Your Life and is told that it was written while the singer was going through a messy relationship, making Jaydee think of his sisters. And Jaydee's giving VFTW the Time of Their Life as he has the Elvis leg shaking from the get-go. But this week, he's added an extra insipid, extra fake twang that has Tara laughing at him and even the most skeptical (me!) knowing that VFTW has saddled its awesome resources, power, money and votes to a champion bull. And hicks like Jaydee and Kellie Pickler must have a thing for getting into retarded dialogue with judges as we're ready for our weekly Zack-Jaydee Comment/Respond/Be a douchebag/be a bigger hick session. Zack starts off the debate by saying it's blatantly dishonest to fake twang. But Jaydee has no interest in protocol, skips the respond part and jumps straight to the be a bigger hick part and displaces Newfoundland as the most trailer trashy province by saying with his finest inbreed smile I'm from Alberta!
Tara Oram
Just in case we didn't get enough of an inbred hick with a fake twang in Jaydee, Tara's next. And Tara says she can take trailer trash to another level by comparing whore-lover Enrique to the boy next door. And Enrique confesses to being the all time VFTW what-could've-been by being humbled (WTF?) by Tara's voice. She's doing Heaven by Bryan Adams and is going barefoot tonight, fearing that Carly Rae might be stealing away the perverted-hick vote after having locked up the pedophile block long ago. Tara starts off at the back of the stage and starts walking...and walking...and walking...until she lands up in the middle of Queen Street and nearly gets run over until the notes she's shrieking easily catches the attention of the driver. While Tara's running back into the studio, Zack calls her singing naked cruelty and says it isn't my night, but after having nothing to blog about since 7/11, this John Brunton-conceived disaster is quickly becoming VFTW's night!
Brian Melo
Enrique's come prepared to help Brian as he's wearing a hat. He likes how Brian's wearing his cap, but feels that the hair under it is going to have to become far greasier for him to become a big star, like Sanjaya's. John Brunton has setup his lovechild perfectly as Brian's following an out-of-date robot, a cripple, and two inbreed hicks with fake twangs, but Brian's cluthching a rosarie in his hand just in case. He's singing She Talks To Angels by The Black Crowes and has Brunton smiling early on as Brian doesn't jump in front of a train as the first four singers have. But as things start to fall apart at the loud part, Brunton's face begins to resemble a pathetic Toronto Maple Leafs fan who realizes that their team will NEVER win a Stanley Cup AS LONG AS THEY LIVE! Zack knows he has to pimp Carly and Greg soon so he practices his you used your flaws as virtues line on Brian first as he'll surely need to have it ready for them. And Chris Robinson must've once done Jake's wife behind his back as he declares Brian's version better than the Crowes.
Matt Rapley
After advising Joybot that she needs more/any emotion, Enrique makes an even more pointless comment as he tells Matt that he needs more energy. Enrique tells Matt don't be too nice, to which Matt whispers Thank You! in a tone that would make Sanjaya scream GROW SOME BALLS! Matt's doing Ain't No Sunshine and is so fatigued from dragging his bloated mass to the stage that he has to perform on a stool. The beginning of the song is slow and requires incredibly little energy, so naturally Matt shines. However, we know the big part's coming, and Matt's gonna let 'er rip!...Ok, coming any moment now...coming right up...just one more second...what?...song's over. Farley thinks Matt has as much grit as the CI scaryboard. And Zack knows that although Matt's big enough to crush him with his nuts, he's fully spent whatever energy he had and takes this opportunity to pounce and scream YOU WIMPED OUT!!!
Carly Rae Jepson
Our little faker's next and she mistakenly thinks Enrique's judging as she lies that she loves him. But Enrique's knows better than anyone when a fake whore's lying to him as she says You're Beautiful! straight to his horse-face. She's doing Torn and by wearing one of Katharine McPhee's maternity shirts, has finally figured out how to balance her emaciated body. As this night has been specially designed for Carly, the judges have been forbidden to comment on all the missed notes she's hitting. And Carly lets Brunton know that his gift for setting up this night for her is coming with her own version of the eye f***, the Opened-Mouth Carly F***. Zack runs up on stage and grabs Carly as he knows Ben's about to hit on her (again) and Brunton will be waiting backstage to get his payback for setting up tonight.
Greg Neufeld
Flappy's singing Bryan Adams' I'm Ready, and he's ready for the pimp spot on the most contrived night in Idol history since Idol Gives Head Back. Enrique says that Greg has the type of voice he wished he had, which is ironic because Greg rips off a bunch of singers whose voices he wishes he had. And after two years of lurking at VFTW, Greg's become fully conscious of his flapping and hopping, leaving us only with mediocre singing and a contorted face. But fear not, Greg, for John Brunton has changed Top Six week's theme to Songs of John Mayer for you and has booked Jason Mraz for the top 5. However, Brunton's powerless to help you next week as Brian May has found out how much of a trainwreck this season has been and is as likely to show up for next week's Queen show as Freddie Mercury.
STP (smarterthanpickler)
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