News, but not the serious kind
Karaoke, or torture? There’s a difference?
Hey Blog Guy, I haven’t seen you around the neighborhood for days. Are you okay?
Yes, thanks for checking. I don’t go out during National Karaoke Week, which is going on now.
That’s not enough. During National Karaoke Week there are horrific stories of innocent, decent folks being dragged off the street and forced into Karaoke places.
Wow! I didn’t know that. Are there any precautions that we, as average citizens, can take to protect ourselves?
Well, I personally have had the songs “Country Roads” and “Feelings” surgically removed from my memory. It was expensive, but worth it. I also clamp a couple of heavy-duty binder clips onto my lips after one alcoholic beverage.
Thanks, Blog Guy, those are valuable tips for all of us. Can you imagine anything worse than having to sing karaoke?
Yes, having to LISTEN to people sing it. That’s why I blast both of my eardrums directly with a foghorn for 30 seconds every morning during Karaoke Week. You can’t be too careful.
Top: Tourists cycle as they drink beer and sing karaoke on a beer bike in Amsterdam June 12, 2009. The beer bike is a mobile, pedal-powered bar. REUTERS/Robin van Lonkhuijsen/United Photos
Right: Chinese architect Kwong Yusheng sings karaoke style, as the lips of a mechanical head of American author Mark Twain move in sync, at an exihibition displaying goods used in amusement parks in a 1997 photo. REUTERS
Right: A man sings in a local karaoke club during a night out in Shanghai February 23, 2008. REUTERS/Nir Elias