You are so fucking nauseating. I STG if I had to listen to one more scream out of your goddamn mouth tonight I was going to grab one of the lace strings off of Johnny Weir’s outfit and strangle you with it. It’s like every grunt, ooh, and aah that comes out of your mouth is a yelp of ecstasy from a lipstick lez. I’m so glad we don’t ever have to see your ugly mug during the performances coz no one wants to see that O face while you jiz over Lysacek’s triple-lutz-quadruple-toe-loop-spin-on-my-foot-trip-over-a-dumb-bitch-cuntbag-whore-shut-up-saokao-Michelle-Kwan-eats-dirty-ew of a jump. I’m over it. You are the worst/nastiest commentator ever!!

Seriously nauseating. How ’bout you and Bob Costas retire together at a B&B in Montana and go jerk off to old tapes of Brian Boitano and Kurt Browning.

Surya Bonaly,

Benutty