TEQUILA, FRUITY DRINKS, AND NO TALENT

My friend the bookseller wondered how karaoke became so popular, when it's usually so bad. Well, other than Kahn Souphanousinphone and overweight drag queens doing showtunes, most practitioners of the art form are drunken twenty-somethings and people who work in marketing, so it's simple to see what the problem is. You people will be so darn blasted that unless someone makes a cellphone video we'll all laugh at tomorrow, no one will remember anyone else's rendition of Sweet Caroline, the worst song in the world, which we all know by heart.

Tequila shots, parasol drinks, and childhood emotional trauma.
That plus sheer stupidity are a recipe for torture.


Oh come on, there is NO good rendition of Sweet Caroline. And nobody wants to hear it again. Stop fooling yourself. You are not a star, your singing is rather bad, and you have the worst taste in music.


This blogger, it should come as no surprise, does not sing karaoke.
The gang boss and the dumbest waiter in Chinatown do.
Everyone else plays liar's dice.
Covering noise.



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