An American TV show based purely on the hardships contestants have faced throughout there lives and not on talent whatsoever. The Judges of the show not only lack The ability to judge true talent, but are not actually Americans themselves.
Judge: "What are you going to do today?"
Contestant: Whistle "Happy Birthday" (starts whistling)
Judge: "I don't think your cut out for the show"
Contestant: "I have terminal cancer"
Judge: "what an emotional story, it's a yes for me"
A piece-of-shit "talent" competition where people only vote for singers, dancers, and children who give sob-stories because they have a disease but have no skill at all.
Since the 3rd season, the ONLY successful acts have been those listed above. These assholes have killed a show with such a good concept and proves that America only likes generic, dry, boring singers/dancers that. for some reason, couldn't audition for "American Idol", "America's best Dance Crew" or "So You Think You Can Dance". Unique, fresh, exciting acts don't stand a chance.
Also, two of the three judges are currently English. Nice "American" show you got there
Bob: Did Harmonica Pierre get through on America's Got Talent?
John: No, instead, a kid that sounds like Kermit the Frog made it because he said he had Autism. Two guys that sing and another that dances also made it.
Bob: (Sarcasm) Wow, I've never seen those before. This is such a "unique" and "versatile" competition. (/sarcasm) Man, the show has gone down the drain since the Terry Fator won....
A "reality-based" gameshow where Americans, desperate to live their so-called "dreams" by winning a million dollars and becoming professional entertainers, perform in numerous rounds of competition in which they are judged by two non-Americans and a comedian with no discernable real talent. Contestants are kept on or rejected by popular vote regardless of merit or the judging panel's opinions.
Host: "Welcome to America's Got Talent! Piers, you didn't like this act... but America has voted.. and... WE'LL SEE YOU IN LAS VEGAS!!!"
A stupid British show where people humiliate themselves, not only in front of the large TV audience/British public, judges, but also about 500 people who will laugh cruelly at the poor old man who thinks he can sing, possibly reducing him to tears. Simon Cowell has this weird idea he's funny, Amanda Holden is just a bitch, and Piers Morgan tries desperatly to keep up with Simon Cowell- and fails. Its a life wrecker, and eats the soul of Saturday Prime-Time viewers.
Person 1: I was watching Britain's Got Talent last night!
Person 2: Fag.
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An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."
A)
The Crud that collects under the keys in a keyboard. Usually more severe in the keyboards of programmers and webmasters as they tend to spend a lot of time at the the computer and thus eat at their desk. Mainly affecting IBM Model M (clicly) style boards.
B)
Can also be used to gross out Non-Techie people
A)
Bill: want to go to the club?
Bob: No, I've got to clean out my board chow, keys are starting to stick.
B)
Bill: Want to go out to get a bite?
Bob: No, i am just going to have some of my board chow/
Bill: Whats' that?
Bob: The food scraps that collect in my keyboard; Want some?
Bill: *GAG* *HURL* *GAG*