I don't really mean that. I love older women. Someday I will be an older woman, but this week, it's time to send at least one of the old broads on Dancing with the Stars home.

Dear Jane Seymour: Your attitude has been crappy and you've behaved like a child. I don't believe for a minute that you had food poisoning. I think that you thought that you were about to be eliminated and acted like a small child. And I LOVED you on Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman. You're spoiling my memories when you bad mouth Mel B. and my boyfriend Maks.

Dear Marie Osmond: I applaud the dignity with which you handled the passing out thing, but it's time. Tell your droves of doll-purchasing fans that they should really be voting for the best performer. And as a performer, you know that you are not the best dancer or even performer on that show.

At Bodog, you can actually bet on who will last longer:
Jane is at -130
Marie is at -110

Go play your money.

Labels: Dancing With The Stars, Jane Seymour, Marie Osmond

posted by pregamejocelyn at 12:41 PM