Friday, May 25, 2012
The couple of times I have stumbled on "America's Got Talent" while channel-surfing, I was quite surprised by the entertaining acts that trotted out on the stage, which triggered loud uncontrollable guffaws from my perch on the couch.
For example, night-before last, a dog act was utterly sensational!
The adorable little pouches had the audience - and the normally-tough Judges - in stitches (myself included).
At one point, four of the furry creatures lined up and brought down the house when they paraded across the stage in a Fox Trot.
Another athletic four-legged contestant wowed the rapt audience with four-or-five beautifully-performed back flips.
I kid 'ya not!
Then, there was the totally off-the-wall dude with the steel balls that was simply astounding.
During his high-energy appearance, handlers placed a concrete block on top of his lower extremities, then proceeded to smash it into pieces with a sledge hammer on top of his - ouch! - genitals.
He barely winced when he jumped up and took a bow to a round of uproarious applause.
At this juncture, the likable All-American dude invited stage hands to kick him in the "nuts".
The audience went wild!
It was the most awesome thing!
The way it affected everyone present was simply astounding.
Last night, when I was clicking the remote feverishly on a bad night for TV viewing, I spied shock-jock Stern on stage alongside a posse of buffed male strippers bumping-and-grinding his little heart out.
Golly, the shock jock has better moves than Ellen, who is a bit spastic in that regard if 'ya ask me.
Unfortunately, the act got nixed.
"I like my men dirty," Osborne hissed, after noting that the Chippendale-style dancers were a bit too clean cut for her taste.
I suppose she likes a nasty spanking now-and-then, too?
By the way, Howard, that tacky black "t" shirt has to go.
The leather pants get the nod, though, stud!
In view of the entertainment I caught impromptu on the air this week, I expect I'll make a deliberate effort to tune in next week, so I can chuckle along with the rest of the folks at home across the country.
Well, it has the potential to be, you betcha.
Of course, I don't warm-up much to Howie Mandel, though he is from my home town Toronto (or somewhere in the vicinity in Canada).
Bald head or not!
After all, he's certainly not a National treasure among the likes of Celine, the great Gretzky, or even celebrated songbird Ann Murray.
Tune in next week to "America's Got Talent".
I know it's going to warm the cockles of your heart.
Howard "softens" when kid cries at rejection!