Yeah, I admit it. Last night I watched the reruns of America's Got Talent on Bravo. People, seriously. Even whomever wins this hasn't really won because their reputation will be forever blurred by the image in my mind of old folks singing and skinny guys juggling tennis rackets and that guy -- THAT ONE. You know the one. The world's oldest male stripper. That's actually how he introduced himself.

Bodog's got a line on whether the winner will be an individual or a group. Too bad they can't put up a line on whether the winner will be a total idiot who didn't get enough attention as a kid. I'd bet on that one.

Labels: America's Got Talent, reality, TV

posted by pregamejocelyn at 4:12 PM