And other thoughts while I’m…
Karaoke is only fun for the person singing. People cheer and clap when you’re finished but it’s directed more towards the fact that drinking their beer is no longer disturbed by your careless rendition of “Don’t Stop Believing” or “I Got Friends in Low Places.” You’ve got friends in no places if you think it’s a good idea to sing that. And you’re off key. And you picked a song that you apparently don’t even know all the words to. Can somebody just put the game on?
I don’t eat peanut butter. I need to be able to whistle at any time.
Little known fact: I was one of the first to anticipate a Y2K disaster. Taking matters into my own hands, I hacked into the Skynet Mainframe and manually replaced all two digit dates with four digits on all digital and non-digital documentations and data storage situations, yet I still managed to catch the “millennium bug” from a poorly chosen midnight kiss.
I’m kind of embarrassed to admit it, but I cry through movies. There are just some classic movie scenes that leave no option of dry eyes. Like in Rudy, for instance. Everyone said that he couldn’t play Notre Dame football, but in the end, he and the rest of the Goonies find enough treasure to save their town after all. Or how about the end of E.T., when Elliot has to go out, tears in his eyes, and shoot that poor rabid, little alien. …Also, I’m not very good at remembering movies.
I’ve spent a lot of time training my friend Richard to be faster in my latest “get Rich quick” scheme.
That’s all for now people. No one said it was going to be easy, but no one ever said it would be so cloudy… Please go back to working at your jobs and providing for your children. We can’t all be staring out the window. Until next time, brave starers.