Last night was Country Night, and unless the show decides that opera, polka, or Muzak are suitable themes, we’ve managed to survive the worst genre night of the season. Well, we’ve mostly survived. Because one of these assholes is going home. The remaining 10 get to go on tour this summer. You decide which is the worse fate. This is American Idol. Dust? Anybody? No? High in fat, low in fat? Dust? Anybody? No?
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