Dear Carrie Ann and Bruno... part two (the bitch is back)

Apparently I was not clear the other week in my letter to the two of you. I'm not sure how I could possibly be any clearer than:
"Please.
Shut.
The.
Fuck.
Up."

I can only guess that it was the politeness of my request. The word 'please' I guess, was rather confusing to the two of you. So, with that in mind, allow me to be a little more direct...

Hey fucktards skank judges. Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up now. Shut the fuck up tomorrow night. Shut the fuck up next week. Shut the fuck up next season. Just, Shut the fuck up.

You're as useful as tits on a bull. You're phenomenally rude, consistently reward poor performances and have your smoke blowing lips so far up the pretty people's asses that it looks like the dancers are blowing smoke rings outta their own lips.

Giving Christian scores of 10 is just truly beyond the pale. You pathetic lame ass, douchenozzle asstards. Yes, he did well and deserved a bit of praise for continuing because of his injury, but those dances were not perfect, with or without an injured arm. And to try and state as you did, on live international TV that it "didn't show" only makes you look like the fuckity ducks that you are. Just like how Priscilla Presley's facial expressions were "remarkable"... She's only got one fucking expression and that's "Dude! What the fuck?! Help me, my face is fucking frozen."

...which brings me back to you: Skankalina and Skankisimo...

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

DROP THE FUCK DEAD.

DIE ALREADY.

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.

DIE DIE DIE!

Thanking you in advance,

Misster-Kitty.

PS, since I already know that my aforementioned requests will be ignored, here's a thought... maybe you two could let Len finish ONE critique without interrupting him. Huh? Coulda? Maybe? huh?

Dear Carrie Ann and Bruno...

Please.
Shut.
The.
Fuck.
Up.

Carrie Ann, to quote Connie (from Connie and Carla *)...
"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Your voice is giving me Mono!"

Bruno, to quote Connie (also from Connie and Carla **)...
"Carla Bruno, calm down. Your voice is giving me cramps."

If the two of you could kindly just go off somewhere and conveniently die, and leave Len to offer accurate, clear and concise critiques, comments and recommendations, not only would the dancers benefit, but so too would all the viewers (in-studio as well as those at home) by being spared your incessant, obnoxious, rude and generally inaccurate assessments of the dances.

Love you, mean it,
Misster-Kitty.

ps: Bruno, could ya maybe ask one of the hair and make-up people to run a brush through that rat's nest of yours?

pps: Seriously, Carrie Ann, keep it in your pants.
Tramp.

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* Fun link #1 A vidclip where they start getting all Victor/Victoria.

** Fun link #2 with a cute Sing-a-long vidclip.