As many of us know, THIS YEAR'S SYF WAS TOAST.
Seriously. At least for us strings. But I guess it's the same for all.

I means like, changing the percentage of any criteria to 110%? when you're supposed to judge out of 100%.
And when the fuck do you decide the percentage? When we've freaking gone onto the bloody stage.
Forgive the profanities. But not the judge. I'm not sure about it, but according to most that's only one of them.
Mother cow protects her moo-moo cows.
Four nipples? forget it. She ate them up.
Criteria sheet? already in the toilet, flushing down the drain.

The next time you guys wanna do such things? PLEASE. Tell us half a year ahead. Or at least before.
NOT HALF A DAY AFTER YOU'VE DECIDED TO DO IT!!!
It's our last fucking chance to do something (since some of us have missed the last round)
And YOU BLOODY SCREW THINGS UP.

I mean like, specialist in violin/viola?
More like EATING THEM UP.
PIG.
Bet she started the swine flu crisis halfway round the globe.
Darn her arsehole. FUCKED-UP BITCH.

I thought after the Tues rehearsal, I could finally report good news about our SYF.
But now. HA. BOOM. The whole thing's gone.

Just because "you're the judges" doesn't give you the right to fuck around our scores, COW.
NEXT TIME YOU WANNA DO THAT, WE'LL ROAST YOU.
And feed it to your arse.

Waste time? It's not just about that man, you bitch.
If I had a match right there and then, I'd swear you'd burn up all your fats.
With a BOOM and POOF! There goes you AND your dumbass announcer.

You'd better pray you don't see us again.
Or you DIE.
Go back to your 25 million. (Then there got like what? 50 million pple now?)
Don't throw your weight around here.
All 300 pounds of that LARD.