America put down the crack pipe
And voted out the correct person. John Stevens looked like he'd had enough, the poor little guy. Buck up, little camper, you've got a bright future ahead of you. It might be a future of being the lounge act at the Binion's Horseshoe casino, but hey, someone's gotta do it, right?

Now, a bit of admonishment for the still-alive contestants. First, a slap on the wrist for Fantasia. STOP with the crocodile tears! Are you telling me that when this is over, you're going to hang out with John? Wrong. No one's buying it. You want the votes, that's it.

Second, George. George, George, George. You make weird faces, and you need to stop. Your "sad" face, your "surprised" face, your "nervous" face... cease and desist. Penalty: the voteoff. It's comin' for you, George, it knows where you live.

Diana: I'm with Simon, that "car wash" dress was a train wreck. I kept watching the flaps sway back and forth, back and forth, and was hoping we weren't going to get a full frontal flash. Too much skin for a 16 year old to be showing anyway. And also, please, during big band week, don't do a song that has the words "Boogie" or "Woogie" in the title. That's all I'm sayin'.

And, this "group A" and "group B" crap? It's crap.