A few weeks back, I talked a lot of crap about
contestants who blamed their poor Hollywood Week performances on being sick. Well, I take it all back. I'm sick with a
capital "ICK." I've OD'ed on NyQuil, and (unlike Paula) I think it would be wrong to slur my way through
evaluations that include references to moths and salads. So, I apologize in advance for the brief commentary and the
lackluster witicisms that are as stale as Ryan's running "Kevin is a stud muffin" gag.
Just like Elliott, I've never been a Fanilow, but...











