Crappy-oke
I am in no way a singer and will never be. I’m just too much of a smoking, drinking, tiny, bird lung having person. Every now and again I find myself singing like crap for the fun of it. Just to make time go by and for a good laugh.
Yesterday, I might have gone too far. I drove a friend home and I turned on my CD player and rocked out to Heart, R. Kelly, and a bunch of other songs. By the time I took her home, she was very angry at me. I asked her why since it was a only a thirty minute drive through rush hour and I took the short cut. She replied you butchered many good songs.
As for that, I’m inclined to agree. I’m a terrible singer but an even dumber person for having exposed my weaker points.
