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Seriously? This is truly disrespectful. Here I am, trying to share with others a low point in my life -- almost quitting a board game -- and you two decide it's karaoke night at the bar? Com'on, guys! show some class.. .... ... .... Give a little respect..... Tooo meeeeeeeeee.

*Que the music*

That you give me no
That you give me no
That you give me no
That you give me no

Sooo-o-o-ul, I hear you caaaaaa-a-a-lling...
Oh baby pleeeease... give a little respeeeect... tooo meeeeee.

Last edited by A-Dub at 3/7/2013 9:03:17 PM

Only one word to describe you guys:

Cra-zay!

But that's how it go-oes
Millions of People, Living as foe-o-o-o-oes
May-bay.... It's not too la-ate
To learn how to lo-ove
And forget how to ha-a-a-a-ate

Mental wounds, not hea-ling
Life's a bi--tter shame!

I'm go-ing off the raaails on a crazy tra-ain.
I'm go-ing off the raaails on a crazy tra-ain.

Only one word to describe you guys:

Cra-zay!

But that's how it go-oes
Millions of People, Living as foe-o-o-o-oes
May-bay.... It's not too la-ate
To learn how to lo-ove
And forget how to ha-a-a-a-ate

Mental wounds, not hea-ling
Life's a bi--tter shame!

I'm go-ing off the raaails on a crazy tra-ain.
I'm go-ing off the raaails on a crazy tra-ain.

*Great minds in action*

Real sorry that you died in a plane crash Randy.

But I'm here to tell you there's something else. The afterlife.
A world of never ending happiness, you can always see the sun, day or night.


Never ending happiness, angel choirs, BB coaches who never sub your trainees out for a minute for no reason in the 4th quarter so they only get 48 instead of 48+ minutes, etc... That certainly does sound heavenly.

Although, if there was always sunlight it would be pretty tough to get some sleep. Everyone would be cranky in heaven.

Last edited by Iguanadon Joe at 3/9/2013 2:13:10 PM

Looks like we have our selves a little Karaoke battle here, and I'm not even drunk yet. Crazy?! ...

(Que the music)

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay a while and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be yeah, how I used to be

How I used to be
Well, I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be, how I used to be
I'm just a little unwell

I'm jumping in

Papa was a rolling stone
Mama wasn't far from a pot of gold
No I wasn't born with a silver spoon
But the moon gets closer as I travel this road

And all I want is sunshine
I've had enough of all these cloudy days
A little bit of sunshine
We've had enough of all these cloudy days

This one goes out to a certain former cup champion from the city that gave the world the Fonz.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=faU-SK0pHCI


You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here...
Deteriorata! Deteriorata!

Go placidly
Amid the noise and waste.
And remember what comfort there may be
In owning a piece thereof.

Avoid quiet and passive persons
Unless you are in need of sleep.

Ro-tate your tires.

Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself
And heed well their advice,
Even though they be turkeys.

Know what to kiss... and when!

Consider that two wrongs never make a right
But that THREE... do.

Wherever possible, put people on hold.

Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment
And despite the changing fortunes of time,
There is always a big future in computer main-te-nance.

Chorus

You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.

Remember the Pueblo.

Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle and mu-ti-late.

Know yourself.
If you need help, call the FBI.

Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
Especially with those persons closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.

Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.

Fall not in love therefore;
It will stick to your face.

Gracefully surrender the things of youth:
The birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan
And let not the sands of time
Get in your lunch.

Hire people with hooks.

For a good time call 606-4311;
Ask for "Ken."

Take heart amid the deepening gloom
That your dog is finally getting enough cheese.

And reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot
It could only be worse in Milwaukee.

Chorus

You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.

Therefore, make peace with your god
Whatever you conceive him to be
Hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.

With all it's hopes, dreams, promises and urban renewal
The world continues to deteriorate.

GIVE UP!

Reprise

You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.

If you ever leave
Baby you would take away everything good in my life
And tell me now

How do I live without you
I want to know
How do I breathe without you
If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive
How do I
How do I
Oh, how do I live

Oh, now you're all just singing random songs. If that's the case...

(Cue the Music)

It's raining men
Hallelujah
It's raining men
Amen

It's raining men
Hallelujah
It's raining men
Amen

It's raining men
It's raining men
It's raining men

DOUBLE RAINBOW ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE SKY
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAH! SO INTENSE!