Let’s not try to pretend it’s making anything approaching sense any more.
The only way that the decision-making on this season of America’s Got Talent could be any screwier is if the producers went into a ward full of pneumonia patients, asked the coughiest one to chub his phlegm up into a paper cup, and then got Paula Abdul to decide which act looked most like the bloody lung-biscuit.
Honestly, any more of this and we’re going to have to consider Plan B: sticking a photograph of Susan Boyle on the end of a lollipop stick and then holding it in front of the TV as each act performs. That’ll calm us down.
She’s dreamy.
