The best way to deal with a crazy narcissist is to just ignore him. Starve him of the attention which is the very air he breathes. So Lil and Jorge, welcome to the Top 12. You are worthy based on your performances. White Stevie Wonder, the longer you stay, the greater the chance that the choreographers will be forced to let you move around during a group number, having exhausted their ability to incorporate chair dancing into the musical number. May the gaping maw of the swaybot pit swallow you whole.
As for the wildcard, Von, Ricky, Jesse and Anoop - Woo to the motherfuckin' hoo! We'll have great additions to our Top 12 with any combination of these four. Tattoo Sleeve, Goat Voice boy and Tati D. will do their damnedest to be the death of this show, each in his/her own special way. And I will try like hell to pretend that each of them is not even there. Jasmine skated in buoyed by Judge #4's obssession with packages. That said, I loved this girl once upon a time and hope that she can recapture some of the magic. Ju'not and Felicia got jobbed, but you already knew that, noodles. And what happened to 12? Not even 9? What's up with the 8? I know it used to be 8 back in the day, but then again, it used to be 8 in all the rounds. We had 12 this year. Give me my 12 wild cards. Ah well, the judges probably would've used the extra spaces to put through Nick/Norman, Nathaniel, and Arianna apparently? (Most bizarre internet rumor ever!) I guess we're better off with 8.
The show was ridiculous. I'm tired and I'm ready for the Kodak. One more day.
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