One thing that was an interesting experience was that the restaurant had karaoke. The third rendition of "Margaritaville" was our signal that the evening's festivities had reached their logical conclusion. If I ever make noise about going to karaoke night, someone please put me out of my misery.
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"Ice cream will be late today."
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I don't get it.
Not that THAT is a rarity or anything...
Friendship's Final Duty. Like you do if your buddy get's bitten by a zombie. So, Karaoke and Zombies...
Free Internet Ice Cream, Walter. I'll be posting later.
Karaoke is Japan's revenge for Hiroshima. Plain & simple.
Not when I sing it, Rev. Paul. Not when I sing it...
The only noise you'll ever hear from me about karaoke night is screaming.
So you are saying your third rendition of Margaritaville was one too much?
Dood!
What a great idea!
You should hear me do George Micael's "Faith".
It'll change the way you think about music...forever.
Hee Hee
I hope it was less uncomfortable than when the boss treated the team to dinner at a Japanese teppanyaki joint. 6 of the 8 of us were devout Hindus.
Yeah, I ordered a double scotch as soon as I hit the door.
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