The camera pans the comics--hello to all of those nervous-looking people who didn't get TV time!--before B-Bell announces the four semi-finalists. Wait... FOUR? From HERE? I could see grabbing a fourth from Minnesota, but I don't understand this. The envelope snatchers are Erin Jackson (LOVE her), Dale Jones, Heath Hyche (who is so perfect for Las Vegas, he should just move his damn end tables to the Stratosphere) and Mary Mack.
We're only taking the doll. Sorry.
I don't have a lot of regrets in life, save for the years between 22 and 28, but I'll forever kick my own ass for not going to Nashvegas for this audition. I'd be willing to bet a box of Bisquick that I'd be on this show, instead of writing about it and giving myself daily reassurances myself that it was an excellent decision to try for America's Got Talent instead.
Till next week, enjoy the veal.
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