There was this dude there who had slathered himself in that awful bronzer skin dye that makes you look tan. He kept going up to Sid and Buddy every five minutes and saying stuff like "Yo dudes, am I going to be up anytime soon? I'm going to be a famous singer someday and it might be in your best interest to treat me right." He tried that nonsense for 90 minutes and finally growing discouraged, bribed them with $40 and was instantly put on stage. Hahaha. He started singing some awful Justin Timberlake song while gyrating and air-humping. This prompted Carol to bum-rush the stage and sexily unbutton his shirt while he sang. He thought she was into him, but everytime he looked away from her, she'd pull faces like this...
After returning home and doing an hour of jumping jacks to ensure I'd exorcised the majority of my spicy thai burps, I met up with Vinay and we headed over to Misshapes.
Man, wouldn't you have thought I would've run out of things to say about pictures of my friends singing at Sid & Buddy's karaoke by now? Um, I think I have which is why I'm writing this instead of saying something funny. Here's Carol, Marjorie and Buddy.
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