“It’s like a crushing hangover in a crowded bus terminal, except that everyone insists that you REALLY ought to enjoy yourself”
I hate karaoke.
You can love music and loathe karaoke. It’s okay! I’ve sampled a lot of karaoke scenes, and each time, my tolerance drops. I’m done with the drunk warbling, the people who don’t know what “Zombie” is about, the rare rando who has apparently waited years to dust off their high school theater chops. You’re how old …
