THE BICE MAN COMETH

Last night the nation spoke, and what they said was:
"Hey Maroules, GO HOME!"


Wannabe.

The irony of Maroulis' downfall was that he tanked it on Tuesday by singing my karaoke staple: How You Remind Me by the great:



While I applaud his song selection, he did a pretty poor job of it, completely forgetting to do the thumbs-up/finger wagging actions in the "yeah, yeah, yeah...oh no" part. And at this stage of the game, when the stakes are this high and all the chips are down, one mistake can cost you.....


EVERYTHING!

So boo-hoo for the Maroulis fans, and "Bo! Woo!" for the Bice-Brats (that is what the on-line Bice community refer to themselves/ourselves as). The nation is waking up to the rocking ways of the Biceman, and ain't nobody going to get in his way!

Not Anthony Federov, or Carrie Underwood. And definitely not Scott Savol:



He looks like a teddy-bear, the fans love him, but guess what?


I got arrested!

So that's it, Bo is a lock for the finals. Is it going to be easy? Yes it is. Is it going to take hard work? Some, probably.

And is it going to ROCK? You can bet your sweet ass!


Rock on Biceman, rock on.