The X-Factor recently held open auditions in Denver. One of my neighbors tried out, and he did okay, I guess, good enough to make it to the third round. Everything was going swimmingly, his sister told me, until he started singing, apparently. Nerves got the best of him when he finally got in front of Simon Cowell. Eh, well, from the looks of it, my man was far from the worst that Denver had to offer Cowell and company -- at least if you ask the illustrious curmudgeon, whose cohorts evidently made him eat some "bull's balls" while he was here.
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