After more than one glass of Cristal I was somehow talked into joining a group over to a karaoke bar. Yes, I sang karaoke. Poorly. Thankfully it was a private room so I only had to display my shame for a small handful of people. I butchered ‘Midnight Train to Georgia’ and made a bit of ass of my self in front of my coworkers.
(Don’t worry mom, only one of those beers was mine.)
(Don’t worry mom, only one of those beers was mine.)
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