Samantha Harris makes me crazy. Drive off a cliff, crazy.

So yeah. I need my fill of dancing B- C-list celebrities from time to time just like everyone else.

But damn, this woman drives me insane. The warbly voice, the bad hair extensions, the always saying the wrong thing (Stop with the improv, girl. It’s not working out. We know you don’t have to make shit up as you go along anyway–they tabulate all the crap during commercial and show it to you on larger than life cue cards. Just. Stick. To. The. Cue cards.), the bad jokes that never really flesh themselves out…

It’s one thing if you’re going to make me watch sweet, embarrassingly bad Billy Ray Cyrus do the cha-cha. But Samantha Harris…that’s cruel and unusual punishment.


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