(as sung by Woody on Cheers, another great love song our Idolettes inexplicably shunned)
So America didn't pick Pickler after all. I'm not sorry, but neither am I dancing in the streets. The schtick got old, for sure, but (I fear I must quote Simon), "she's a nice gull." I see a big career for Kellie as a fine-dining reporter in Albemarle ("I enjoyed a yummy sall-mon fillette . . . wait, what? Fill-ay? No, silly, there's a 'T' in it!"). Happy trails, Kellie belle.
Lady Chardonnay OUT.
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