So You Think You Can Lurch

I think the worst part about this show—and this is a bold, bold, bold statement—is the audience. For instance, two statue-white dancers (Pookie and Stefan) were dancing. Their dancing was respectable. Perhaps even commendable. However, the audience seems to believe that they need to scream like that stupid, evil, devil woman-judge whenever one of the dancers lifts his or her leg.


This is last thing you will see when Jesus comes to start over on this planet.
No, that's not how we behave, children. You stupid, stupid children. When you go to a show and watch what is billed as an emotional, passionate performance beat (not like that ridiculous "hip-hop" routine), there is no need for you to scream like a god-damn jackass.


Think about this (as in what he is doing).


And now picture this without throwing up. I know you can't.

Here's another one in case you have an iron-stomach.

Excuse me, I had to leave the computer for a minute. (Speaking of computers, my "new" computer at work went funky. I swear I didn't break it.)

What was I saying? Eh.

Oh whatever the show is over now I'm going to watch hockey.