Prepare The Laserbeam

I'm hungry.

Yesterday, around 5:30p, my mom tells me I need to drive up to Waco to drop some stuff to my sister. I had been home all day, doing absolutely nothing. Sitting around on my ass. Watching anime and eating cereal. And at 5:30, she decides it's a good time to tell me I need to drive to Waco. But whatever, though. I made the trip up there, dropped the goods off at my sisters apartment, then went to hang with my friend Joey. Joey was the first dude I met when I moved into the dorms at SFA. So I head over to his place. We catch, reminisce over our first days of college together. In walks Joey's roommate, a guy of similar height, size and stature to that of T-Pain (including the dreads). He's in a tizzy because he wants all of us to go check out this bar. The reason being that it was karaoke Not wanting to upset anybody rocking dreads, we proceed to go to this bar called Scruffy Murphy's. Literally a hole-in-the-wall. But a packed hole in the wall. Why so packed. Karaoke, my friend, karaoke. Since the sign-up list was hella long, we decided just to sit and watch others make complete asses of themselves...err, I mean sing like angels. Fast forward to about 1:45am. All three of us are feeling pretty good from the beverages we've had (2 Long Islands never hurt anybody). The DJ annouces that this will be the last karaoke song of the night. A loud roar of "Booo!!!" goes up. Up on the stage emerges two stereotypical frat guys, getting ready to sing "Gangster's Paradise". I say to myself, "This should be quite interesting". The music starts, and the guys begin to "rap". I put rap in quotation marks because I most certainly wouldn't call it rapping. It sounded more like two guys stumbling over words that they once had memorized 10+ years ago to be cool, somehow had forgotten them after all these years. Joey's roommate, Ken, had had a few more Long Islands than I had. After the first verse, he looks at me and says, "Yo, let's get up there and steal their song." Again, not wanting to upset T-Pain's doppeganger, I went along with him. We muscled our way through the crowd, and ran up onto the stage. I'm not going to lie, those two guys did look a little startled, but who wouldn't if they saw T-Pain Jr. and the black Incredible Hulk run up to them while bumbling through a one-hit wonder song, haha. Once on stage, we both preceeded to steal the mic from each guy and take over. Once we did, I heard a cheer and applause from the crowd. We finished the song like it should've been done, with two black guys bumbling through the song. That way, if we mess up, they'd say, "It's ok, they're black guys, they know what they're doing.

Done posting for the night. I know my phone is somewhere in my room, I just don't know where I set it down. Oh well...

Happy International Lefthanders Day.