What A Jip!

I actually remembered when But Can They Sing? was on last night and I watched the first 20 minutes or so... just long enough for my lady, Bai Ling, to perform both of her numbers. I turned it off after that because there is no power on Earth (other than Bai, of course) that could get me to sit through 40 more minutes of Carmine fucking Gotti and Morgan "Venus Flytrap Vagina" Fairchild. I figured there was no way Bai would get kicked off.

GODDAMNIT.

What the hell is wrong with you, America? First you elect George W. a second time, and then you evict Bai from her throne of Ultimate Craziness? HOW DARE YOU.

And she didn't even leave on a high note - whomever chose "Volare" for her to sing was whack. There was a moment at the start of the song that had me hopeful when she started to take off her fur shawl and it got stuck, but nothing came of it and the song didn't give Bai a chance to shine ("shine" = "screech and moan") like she always does. What a sham.

Still, thanks to D-listed here are some pics of Her Hole-i-ness. As you scroll down past them imagine something like "I've Had The Time Of My Life" playing in your head or some other nostalgic shit.

Bye, Bai! You have been loved! May VH1 be wise enough to give you your own show! Something like a remake of Donna Reed where you shove apple pie up your snatch over the opening credits.