I'm sitting on my couch about to start writing a post on the usual crazy thing witnessed this week when I am distracted by American Idol beaming in the background with the latest hopefuls of this season. The last contestant of tonight's audition is a joyful boy from small town Georgia named Phillip Phillips, Jr. It seems he understands that his name is completely absurd because he acknowledges this in his on-camera interview. They cut to the pawn shop where he works for his dad whose name is obviously Phillip Phillips, Sr. This got me thinking- why would you bestow the same ridiculous name on your son that your parents foolishly gave to you? This chain could have easily been stopped as the father was the first Phillip Phillips in line. Try saying it 5 times fast- you can't; he must have been a walking joke in elementary school, poor kid. Nonetheless, he seems like a sweet guy who can actually sing. Hopefully they'll let Steven Tyler come up with his new stage name by the time they get to Hollywood.
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