Idol Impressed

For some reason, I'm not as impressed with anything my friends say or do as much as I am when one of them chooses who's about to be kicked off Idol correctly. If I was in charge of Thomas Jefferson's tombstone and he had said that Alaina Whitaker would get the boot in the round of 10, it'd be right up there with the writing of the Declaration of Independence and the founding of the University of Virginia. And Sherman Hemsley, of course. So when one of my friends hits one out of four, I'm fucking impressed big time. Two outta four, I'm losing my shit a bit and clapping like a seal. 3? A teen girl at Shea in '65. As for 4 outta 4, I don't even wanna think about it...but seems like it was written long ago, "(s)he that would choose 4 out of 4 shall walk out of the desert to lead them..."