Yes, I do watch American Idol. So sue me.

The thing I really love about it is Paula Abdul, who’s obviously high as a kite all the time. Last night she was really wrecked—crying and wailing and the whole nine yards.

Most people donÂ’t want to believe this, but now pictures of her passed out, face down in a club are surfacing. For the most part the talent is mediocre, but thereÂ’s a certain entertainment factor involved here that I canÂ’t deny, albeit itÂ’s not intended by the producers.

As an added treat, one broad popped a button and we got a panty shot.

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