...or the fruit basket. Or whatever it is that the winner gets.
Yeah. Having followed this show as long as I have, I should probably remember what the prize is. But I don't. I've forgotten. Perhaps that swig of Tussinex I just took fried some brain cells. (Stupid stinking cough is back!)
Anyway, in lieu of trying, this week I'm handing my American Idol review badge over to this guy. Seriously. I couldn't possibly have said it any better. Especially not at 12:31 in the a.m.
Hooted over his critique of Little David and Syesha. Did a fist pump for all things David Cook-ified. Yeah!
Nighty night, interpeeps.