The shit above is a doll someone made of Jason Castro. They put it up on eBay. They forgot to add the most important thing. His bong!!!! Methinks that evil (and delicious) demon, marijuana, had a lot to do with his performance last night. This is why potheads and live television do NOT mix. So, Jason Castro effed up big time by completely forgetting the words to one of my favorite Dylan tunes, “Mr. Tambourine Man.” My drunk ass even knew the lyrics! I was singing along and kept going when he fucked up and I’m not even competing for a damn record contract!
This dumb bitch let the weed fuck him up! Hey, it happens. People won’t care if he messes up his lyrics when he’s singing for quarters in the subway in a couple of months. Aww….Castro is such a lovable pothead, but get thee shit together! You know Castro and Paula Abdul do bong hits in the “green” room. It ain’t called the green room for nothing.
I’m seriously sick of all these bitches! Syesha Mercado had the fucking audacity to do “Proud Mary” and did the exact same moves as Tina Turner. Bitch, you aren’t Tina! Ike, maybe.
David Archuleta needs to get some damn Visine for his eyes already. His excessive blinking is starting to give me a seizure. This slut already knows he has this in the bag, but he still has to put on that “oh gee, you really like me” face. Get over it fetus! You know you have this. You have the pedos and the tweens of the country wrapped around your fat finger.
At this point, the only whore I’m rooting for is David Cook. Why, I’m not sure. I would never listen to his music or buy anything he was selling. Shit, the same goes for the other 3 skanks. Producers of Idol need to scrap these 4 skanks and declare Danny Noriega the winner by default. It’s the right thing to do.
Basically, Castro is going home tonight. He doesn’t give a fuck and he’d rather be sitting in his room with a joint while watching “Wayne’s World 2.”
Below is Castro taking a sledgehammer to “Mr. Tambourine Man.” That isn’t right what he did. No, it’s not.