In which I talk about karaoke, briefly.
And as I watch my friend/high school sweetheart rip the walls off of the karaoke bar with a ridiculously badass rendition of "Long Time" by Boston, I find myself thinking I lost my V-card to that motherfucker and and took his.
I really do love my life sometimes.
I'm glad to be hanging out with him again. He's a great guy and he's a talented guy, and I want to be around to see him go far.
Also, we did "Under Pressure" together. He was Freddie Mercury, I was David Bowie, and we fucking destroyed the place. Next week, I need somebody to do "Paradise By The Dashboard Light" with me.
I really do love my life sometimes.
I'm glad to be hanging out with him again. He's a great guy and he's a talented guy, and I want to be around to see him go far.
Also, we did "Under Pressure" together. He was Freddie Mercury, I was David Bowie, and we fucking destroyed the place. Next week, I need somebody to do "Paradise By The Dashboard Light" with me.