Pai
After several unsuccessful attempts of getting Jerry “P” T. woozy enough to
perform karaoke, our prayers were finally answered. In my opinion, the straw
that broke the camel’s back was Kona’s subtle, persuasive technique in the final
minutes of threatening to “stab you in the hand with this knife” if Jerry didn’t
do it.
As I finished my heart wrenching rendition of Johnny Cash’s “Folsom prison
Blues,” I eagerly handed the mic off to my “apprentice” of sorts – Well, I
really suck at singing, so I guess there isn’t really a master-apprentice
relationship to speak of, but anyway – and he stepped onto the stage dripping
the sweat of a thousand, nervous kittens in a Slim Jim Factory. (Drastic
Hyperbole)
For some ungodly insane reason, the chosen vehicle for his debut was Aretha
Franklin’s “Respect.” However, Jerry played his cards well, and even managed to
attract one FEMALE groupie onto the stage. Notice “FEMALE”, as I would not have
been surprised had it been a Large, Jolly, Ethnic Man
I congratulated him on his excellent decision to grace us with his strangely
hypnotic dancing motions.
As Kona performed what I believe to be a version of “Shoop”, I stumbled into
the kitchen and pilfered an entire bottle of Heinz 57 Sauce. And a Large Knife.
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Movie – $9.00
Dinner and Drinks – $15.00
Pilfered Bottle of Sauce, Johnny Cash, and Aretha in the same night –
Priceless
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The Five-Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique.
Hilarious Fact of Hilarious Fiction?