About 2 years ago I went on a road trip with some college students to Gainesville for a seminar. One of our nights up north we decided to go to the local barbecue joint where they happened to have karaoke. Everything was going swell for a long time. Our group was getting rounds of applause for our performances. One hot bartender woman even held up a sign while I was singing that said “I want you!”
Enter Lurch. Yep, Lurch was his name. I thought it was a name confined to creatures from the Adam’s family but apparently that’s not the case. This drunk hillbilly came on stage and ruined every song. I suppose that’s not too big a deal, a guy ruining karaoke with a poor voice. But that’s not the bad part. When we were leaving, he approached one of our vans filled with students and started mumbling a bunch of nonsense about a bet his boys had made him. Apparently they dared Lurch to use some kind of canned fart spray in the van. My friends asked him nicely to not do it but he went ahead and did it anyways. And that’s what happen when you sing karaoke with the devil. He farts in your car. It’s a good thing I was in another car. In fact, I remember laughing at the victims. Good times.
Note: the photo above was not Photoshopped. That’s pure drunken evil in his eyes.
I remember that!
You sure it wasn’t me who farted…LOL.. I think I had that disguise once