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hmmm…
Bop…
thanks, now that is stuck in my head.
I have done my job.
Why just dancing and not badly dancing?
It’s implied
Anyone who can successfully karaoke will smith songs is a god.
Conclusion: There is no god.
Correction: Will Smith is God
@Blarfleglarg: ATHEISTS MUST BE FORCED TO WATCH HANNAH MONTANA IN A ROOM WITH THREE ANGRY BEARS. ALSO WHILE TIED UP IN BARBED WIRE, DRIPPING WITH BACON FAT.
So Uncle Ruckus is safe. He believes in Will Smith
This graph is wholly wrong. It should be two half circles, with an indicator for ‘BEING A COMPLETE MORON’ and ‘BEING A DRUNK MORON’.
That’s all karaoke is.
Nooooooo…… silly …..
this graph isnt about defining your personality ….
its about karaoke….
*pats Ghostwish on the head*
here’s some crayons….
lets see how many you can eat in under a minute
Careful he doesn’t stick ‘em up his nose…
I am soo not changing THAT diaper…
Or of that damn bill withers song where he says “I know” a dozen times.
lololol i love this graph.
A pie graph where the punch line is not the largest slice! Win!
You forgot, “Thinking your mediocre voice is racidal and makes you irresistable to the ladies.’
You forgot, you should all be so completely toasted that it doesn’t matter.
If you think karaoke goers do it because they like their singing voice, you need some friends more in touch with reality.
I don’t get drunk, and I don’t hang out with people that make assesof themselves, either. Sorry.
Title fail.
I never realized how long and confusing ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ is until karaoke night. and how many notes Freddie had to hit that only dogs can hear. I have gained a new respect for the gay guy in zebra-striped tights.
Wait, he’s gay?
Um, you didn’t know that?
Actually, he was bi… or perhaps ‘try’ would be a more apt description. I mean, yes he had plenty of fun with plenty of men, but, “fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin world go round!” Yay.
I do!
I LOOOVE to karaoke. And somebody’s right. You never realize how hard a song is until you start singing it.
I heard somewhere they have live bands accompanying you. Which is pretty cool.
I love going to http://www.karaokehaven.com/! I practice my vocals too. Well, when I’m alone in the bathroom or on the toilet.
I think it would be funnier if you switched the last two.
You forgot, “Bleeding profusely after being shot by man at front who doesn’t like ‘My Way’.”
My time spent at karaoke? 10% singing my one song that I know really well, and have probably trained for in vocals. 40% cheering on my godparents who are awesome singers and who are the only people who can drag me to a karaoke bar
. 50% laughing at drunk people stumbling through “Sweet Home Alabama” “Fancy” “Bad Moon on the Rise” and the other songs that keep getting picked over and over.
And one time, 10% learning that I cannot sing Billy Joel songs to save my life. Bad idea.