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“Damn you Ryan Seacrest,” said Brian Dunkleman after watching seasons two, three and four or American Idol at home.
“Damn you to Hell,” he cried, seeing the beginning of season five, hearing that familiar theme song drive that dagger through his heart, realizing that maybe MTV wasn’t as big a career move as he thought it would be.
He’d toss and turn and think of Carson Daly and all the pie he had, the Tara Rieds, the Jennifer Love Hewitts, the Christina Aguileras. “Who knew,” he would ask himself, “that TRL isn’t guaranteed pussy,” crying after another brush-off from Lindsay Lohan’s younger sister.
“All I had to do was share the spotlight,” Brian whines before hiding his face in a wet rag. He mumbles something else incoherent, but no one cares because we’re back from commercial, about to find out who gets the first boot off tonight’s show.
Dunkleman, out!
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