so the bachelor party crew went to a non-boobie bar tonight to celebrate and thwere was karaoke and i was forced into joining the crew onstage to sing "Baby Got Back." Of course i stayed in the back and kept my mouth shut because i don't think i had the proper enthusiasm to sing about derrier. Mayeb it was the rum runner drink that cost me $11 and was 32 oz of alcoholic nastiness.
the karaoke guy had run to the hills in his book of songs but i decided to keep my girlish falsetto to myself as the crowd was mostly 30-40 something business yuppie types and iron maiden would probably be lost on them.
by the way the bar creeped me the fuck out and i hope to never go back there again in my life.
the karaoke guy had run to the hills in his book of songs but i decided to keep my girlish falsetto to myself as the crowd was mostly 30-40 something business yuppie types and iron maiden would probably be lost on them.
by the way the bar creeped me the fuck out and i hope to never go back there again in my life.
