As one of my final forays into the LA nightlife, my South Carolina posse and I went to this club called the Brass Monkey for some wild drinks (the X-Rated Monkey and Red Headed Monkey Slut to name a few) and some bad singing.
We signed Xan the Big Man (think basketball player big) up to sing the ever inspiration Spice Girl anthem Wannabe. It went over well with the boys and girls alike.
While the rest of us were waiting our turn to go up, a strange thing happened...someone started singing Dean Marting. Well. Like, really well. So we look up and it's...Seth MacFarlane?!?! Huh. I suppose I watch enough Family Guy to know he's that good but...he's good! Even at Karaoke. Wow.
We then proceeded to slaughter Rocky Horror's Time Warp, but everyone was too busy staring at Seth to really notice.
Monday, June 30, 2008
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Finals
Me: My shoulder hurts. Oh! Do you think I could be having a heart attack?!
Rooms: Uh, I think that's lower in your arm.
Me: (disappointed) Oh. (perks up) Do you think I could be having a stroke?!
Rooms: I think when you're happily looking for signs of impending death, it's time to stop studying.
Rooms: Uh, I think that's lower in your arm.
Me: (disappointed) Oh. (perks up) Do you think I could be having a stroke?!
Rooms: I think when you're happily looking for signs of impending death, it's time to stop studying.
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