whatever u do, no boobs

I am going to talk about a few things today. I may run off topic, or hell, even flat out make no sense along this post...and so I apologize in advance for any turmoil I may or may not cause.






First of all, I have made mention before about here in this state they say weird shit or even pronounce shit wrong...for example.















*they say Awunt..for aunt..Where I am from u say it like the bug...they don't..I hate it.















* Phy-Ed..pronounced FYE ed...where I come from we call it PHYS ED..because holy shit, it stands for Physical education, and that shit makes sense..what the hell is FYE ed? I have no damn clue.















* and then that brings me to Karaoke. They pronounce Ka ROW-Kee. Where as we say KARE E O KEE..see what I mean again?















they are stupid here.





That also brings me to what I did this weekend. This hoe sang karaoke all Saturday night. The damn sad part is, after a while every time it was my turn and they guy called my name the whole bar started cheering.















Also, the owners wife came up to me in the ladies room to tell me they would be back in two weeks, and they want me to be here.















To which I replied..



For sure bitches.





It does not matter that I could barely walk up to the stage, I still rocked it.















Here is a sample of some of the songs I sang, um butchered




*Benny and the Jets by Elton John


*I hate myself for loving you By Joan Jett


*I cant Dance by Phil Collins




*Someone saved my life tonight by Elton John



* When Doves Cry by Prince









*Bust a move by Young MC

*Funky Cold Mednia by tone Loc


*Everything She wants by WHAM!



*Hotel California by The Eagles.



See..thats just a sampling..and I seemed to have had the Karaoke Gods shining down on me that night..I had a whole table of strangers wanting to dance with me, and come on the dance floor every time I belted out a tune.















I may start my own fan club...












Here are some pics from the night..

I know, after my last boobie fiasco on the world wide web I promised never to show them.





I lied.
































This is a clean shot..no boobs.































































This here, is called..rocking the f*cking house down..

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I keep telling you people I need to start my own chick band...See how damn good I look on the stage? I can not believe the boys in Def Leppard let me walk away assholes.





So I came stumbling home at 2:30am, with bag of Funyouns in tow and a half dranked bottle of diet coke.






Not sure what happen after that.




Then Mr Shaky woke me up early for church.




Amen.





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Ok, now I am on to another issue. My Gol-damn unemployment.






Saturday afternoon..after opening this letter, my neighbor and I, (shown above, she also got shit canned, ) decided we needed to go out for a good drunker.






We both got these letters telling us our employer is NOW fighting our unemployment and on Sept 27th the judge will be calling us for a tele conference to defend our case.





WTF?





They told us on the day they fired our asses that we could go file for unemployment.


Mind you I was only cleared for payment two weeks ago..






Why do they bother sending you any damn money unless it is agreed upon both sides?





Because, those asshats expect us to pay back ALL the money they have given us, if the judge finds our former employers to be right.





PLUS, up until our call, we have to keep calling in to get our money..WE HAVE TO.

Plus we wont know till 20 days AFTER the phone call what the decision is.




Moments like these I sorta wish that kidnapping and gang beatings were legal.



because I would lay those mother truckers out flat.





sonofabitch.






You do not even wanna know what happen Friday.



It has to do with me, one of my friends up above, and my hubby.



and a bar..






That is all I will say.