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.
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Don't forget, you'll have to do an encore here in Houston.
brother nick.
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!
Oh my god, I can't believe you exist!
Merry Christmas, happy holidays, or just drink too much booze nog. Take yer pick.
Happy New Year, you cutie you!
Aw man, craig's got a goatee that just won't quit. Damn you and your manly facial hair abilities.
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