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Tuesday, March 7th, 2006
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1:17p - the Pickler's milking it
I think I've been very, very patient with that farm girl Pickler. Her voice is grating, her singing stance makes her look like she's just about ready to take a crap, her blonde hair and tan are faker than Pamela Anderson's boobage, and she's shamelessly peddling her sob story/naivete to anyone with a dime and their mother. It reeks of phoniness. But I haven't wished her ill. I haven't hired anyone to do her serious bodily harm. And I haven't campaigned here in my own little (ultimately) insignificant backyard for her downfall.
Then I came across this.
Lord knows if any of this is true. But I admit, my inner evil self is maniacally laughing at the possibility of her unraveling. I can live with the mediocre talent, but I just can't stand the pityme/voteforme shtick any more. Pickler, you're not wagging the dog no more.
current mood: i-told-you-so (comment on this)
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