Anyone want to bet Erin Martin squeaks through? After RaeLynn’s placing last week, we know the Voice viewers are hardly a predictable (or wise) bunch, which at least makes that aspect of the show more interesting than its competitors.

She needs to sing Bonnie Tyler's "It's a Heartache".  Also, she needs to keep wearing things that showcase her fantastic legs.

I'm starting to think @avclub-9ff7c9eb9d37f434db778f59178012da:disqus's choice of screen name is very, very apt.

As a total fucking aside:  I do not get the Skyler hate at all.  But the Lori hate?  I'm behind that shit 100%.

I didn't see the horns.  I didn't see the horns!  ::Rushes off to HBO GO to rewatch the episode::

I have a friend who thinks tits like that are "cute".  He's not all that into girls' boobies, generally.  On this point, he and I could not disagree any more profoundly.

Joffrey meets a humiliating, nasty end.

@avclub-3bca94e353e508c1a49bf984fc5c346d:disqus, I hope to christ you're right.

God, every time I see, much less hear, RaeLynn, I just want to slap her hard in the face - WITH MY COCK.

Don't assume that just because we all hate her, Erin Martin will be given the collective boot by the voting public.  Because last night I was positive that that chirpy little shit RaeLynn was going home, and I actually let out a howl of anguish (yes, I am rather embarrassed to admit that) when I found out that America…

I'm really looking forward to next week and the sheer Schadenfruede of seeing fucking Erin Martin sent packing.  I guess this week I'll have to settle for the slightly less satisfying voting off of RaeLynn.  Unless Blake decides to save her from elimination, which will probably fucking happen.  But mark my words: …

That's debatable, to put it mildly.

Because Blake likes the young ladies, and always stacks the deck against any guy whom he happens to pair up with a member of the opposite sex.

I initially read your second sentence as "Tony may have range, but when he sings he also looks like he's going to kill you and eat your genitals (and not necessarily in that order)."

You are busy characterizing Cheesa as Team Red Zone's weakest member, when everybody knows that that dubious honor actually belongs to Erin-fucking-Martin.

Erin Martin makes her doppelgänger Vanity sound like fucking Maria Callas by comparison.  Seriously, fuck her and her confoundingly twee phrasing.

She's hot if you like skinny minis with largish, oddly shaped noses who pronounce their S's like F's (ferioufly).

Then a random shot of a drummer slamming his drumstick into his snare (triggering a big cloud of glitter to explode everywhere), then pointing his drumstick at the camera, looking into it, mouth agape and eyes bugging out.

"So, what, no fuckin' ziti now?" forever and for always excuses A.J. from these sorts of things.

Is the kid who plays Carl the worst child actor ever?  I vote no, but only because there's a Jake Lloyd in the world.