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Oh God...the pain...
As you all surely know by now, I work at the mall. That is not as bad as it sounds, in and of itself. However, on Saturday nights, a fetid, drunken monster rears its ugly head right into the end of my Saturday night shift.
Monster, thy name is Karaoke (Carrie-Okee). I was commenting earlier that i'd like to smack the guy who thought it would be a good idea to mix alcohol and microphones. This drunk, singing monster is terrifying enough without making a weekly appearance less than 25 feet from my desk.
Tell me, does that even stand up to logic? And to make matters worse, the high school kids at work love it, and they rush out to listen to the funny Carrie Okee man. ha ha ha the Beastie Boys...tee hee hee Def Leppard. As man_bites_dog would say, that's so funny I could puke.
Of course there is another weekly visitor in the form of a small, drunken, crazy man who loves to sing at Carrie Okee. He's sorry I don't like it, but he bets I'll change my mind after I hear him sing Don't Stop Beleivin'.
My love for Journey aside, no dice mall-kid.
Monster, thy name is Karaoke (Carrie-Okee). I was commenting earlier that i'd like to smack the guy who thought it would be a good idea to mix alcohol and microphones. This drunk, singing monster is terrifying enough without making a weekly appearance less than 25 feet from my desk.
Tell me, does that even stand up to logic? And to make matters worse, the high school kids at work love it, and they rush out to listen to the funny Carrie Okee man. ha ha ha the Beastie Boys...tee hee hee Def Leppard. As man_bites_dog would say, that's so funny I could puke.
Of course there is another weekly visitor in the form of a small, drunken, crazy man who loves to sing at Carrie Okee. He's sorry I don't like it, but he bets I'll change my mind after I hear him sing Don't Stop Beleivin'.
My love for Journey aside, no dice mall-kid.