Thursday, August 28, 2008

Latte, home

I'm sure you've all been in this situation: you're watching So You Think You Can Dance, it gets to the end of the dance, the couple have put their all into it, they're sweating bullets, their do-rags nearly fall off, you've seen how far they've come from being completely unco at the start of the week to this amazing display tonight, and then some twat you've never heard of at the judge's table rips them to shreds, citing things you've never even heard of.  You leap out of your chair and scream, "Yeah, but who the fuck are YOU?!  I've never seen you dance!!"
I'm sure a lot of viewers have this problem.  If you haven't heard of the judges, how can you take what they have to say seriously?  How can their professional experience and knowledge possibly compete with what you thought?

Well, that all came to an end last night.  Toni Basil was one of the judges.  That's right.  Toni Basil "Mickey" Toni Basil.  You can't fuck with Mickey.  Here's why:

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