lowering usher down on a chain at halftime- during black history month. (wow)

but at least it wasn't a T-Pain national autotune anthem- and you know thats inevitable. though he couldn't have done much worse than the Aguilera, who was too deeply in love with her own voice and took america deep, way deep till it hit fire. which, great for a backyard bounce-house kiddie event but hardly the kind of thing that gets you anywhere other than blithering ass if god ever squeezed one out status.

it was like she went back in time, kidnapped Lincoln, brought him back and shot him.