You can take your ponies and you can take your front-laced chicken nugget hideaway suit that is full of mashed coca cola.
This is not an insult, if you may take it as lightly as a man sitting in the middle of a road being a squared lamp post with aids but you cannot handle what the actual meaning behind the show's tennis shoes are.
I mean if you take a closer look at what is behind what you would call "The statue of liberty", you would see a grand scheme involving walruses of the floral kind, setting up the biggest names in history to fail on America's got Talent.
Obama can't sing. Neither can a pony. Yet it does. This means that the show is voiced in the sixth dimension. You will have to take a seat because this seminar will take seven long minutes to tell you how this show is gravy.
Gravy like your grandmother's Chevrolet.
Now you have a bacon grinder.
