I am finishing this bitch on principle.

Spongy could rock it for sure.

And then there was one. My mother is no longer watching.

That wedding dress is ugly and fits like poop.

What the fuck are those poor girls wearing?

That kiss was fucking gross.

I am so done with this, and yet, I am still watching.

I keep hearing his name as "Hair Defiler" which is some nice unintended comedy.

The fact that there is a very competent male actor to contrast "Vamp Trapp" make this thing so much harder to watch.

Carrie Underwood looks just like TDS's Samantha Bee, especially when she is "crying."

Everyone in my house expect my mom and myself have given up on this "event."

Because Bill O'Reilly was like "Fuck it, lets do live!" and NBC was surprised by leadership.

The concept of children coming out for the first to sing a song about getting the fuck out of there is so weird to me.

Poor Frau Schroeder, losing the heart of that wax mannequin to a robot dressed like a stereotype.

This is not a new practice for NBC.

Oh please, no. *knocks on wood til knuckles bleed*

Mauve chick was, "Wooo, so you ain't trying to steal my man."

Does no one know how to project?

Because NBC, NBC.

The kids don't do accents. This thing is soooooooo slapped together.