One of my favorite parts of the American Idol experience are the signs contestants bring with them. OK, maybe I actually just kind of thrive on the sick happiness that comes with seeing the big exclamation-clad signs in the trash when people get rejected. Whatever.
Anyway, today had its share of interesting ones, but my favorite so far is the one that read, "I dyed my own jeans."
Seriously...what does fabric hue mastery even have to do with your ability to sing?
Maybe I'd finally make it big if I made a sign that said, "I painted my own nails."