Michael Costello is a big blubbery baby. Good LORD. Pull it together, chap. You're a grown man. I've never seen such a case of Poopy Pants. On the runway he couldn't even look up after he was eliminated. I mean, I know, I know, you hang all your hopes and dreams on this and your family doesn't support you and nobody likes you. But, shoot, girl, start paving your own path! Carpe Diem! You're on national television! Composure, girl, composure.
This is easy for me to say. My family loves me buckets and I'm sitting in my pajamas. I'm going to go get Buckaroo from his nap and I'm going to brush my teeth. We may just leave the house today!
Whoa Nellie!
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