Thursday, December 22, 2005

Craig the Brooklyn Idiot: The Grand Finale

That's the big screen against the far wall of the karaoke place. That's me, making a scene, as usual. I remember singing right up in the face of the guy wearing the white shirt, on the right. He was very friendly about the whole thing, even though I was standing on his coffee table there. His lady friend was most displeased with me and my shenanigans.

I don't blame her. I got nothin' but love for the crowd. Nothin' but love.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Don't forget, you'll have to do an encore here in Houston.

brother nick.

Truecraig said...

Christ, man. I don't want to sound like a fuddy-duddy, but there's just too much damn driving involved with Houston. I can't get stooooopid when I know that eventually, I will be forced to drive for sixteen fucking hours to get back home.

If I still lived in Houston I would require either a chauffeur, a jet-pack, or all my friends would be required to come to me. Damnit.

WHOO HOO!

Debbie said...

Oh my god, I can't believe you exist!

Impulsivecompulsive said...

Merry Christmas, happy holidays, or just drink too much booze nog. Take yer pick.

Girl With An Alibi said...

Happy New Year, you cutie you!

Roy said...

Aw man, craig's got a goatee that just won't quit. Damn you and your manly facial hair abilities.