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Friday, May 05, 2006
Open Letter to the Really Drunk Old Guys Who Were Singing Kareoke
You guys,

You just made for the most fucking surreal experience I've ever had. Especially the dude who stood in front of Renee and Nirm while they sang "Living on a Prayer" and danced and then later slurred his way through "Magic Carpet Ride" while pumping the mic back and forth in a strangely rock star-like way. Dude: You are older than my father and also wasted.

And let's not forget you, Dude Who Slurred His Way Through Two Frank Sinatra Songs. Not only did you do your name sake, you also proceeded to creepily hang around the mics in between your songs and openly stare at my friend's tits. Now, no doubt that my friend's tits are awe inspiring, but seriously: you are weird and need to sit down.

You did provide for lots of laughter, though, especially when you had to be escorted away from the singing area by the 21 year old MC.

I'm sure you'll regret all of this in the morning.

~ EightK

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Blogger Stouff said...

May I be the first to wish you an e-happy birthday! Having breached the quarter century myself only last week can I be the first to tell you from experience that the only way is up from here! I would sing happy birthday (karaoke stylee) but I doubt you would hear it all the way over there.... ( and for the record, I can't see anyone's tits from where I'm standing. Dunno whether that's a good thing or not...)

Blogger eightk said...

Thank you! I had a wonderful birthday with all of my friends and now I am offically eligable for lower car insurance! Woot!

As for the tits, I guess it's a bad thing, but remember this: Tits are like the sun. Glance at them, appreciate the light they make in your life, but do not stare directly at them.

Anonymous Anonymous said...

But my tits have their own aura. Just like in the Labyrinth, I have no power over them.

I just thought about David Bowie's package right then.

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