To celebrate, we decided to sing the same songs in the talent show until he got stabbed with a knife. ;] its a little strange…

I was out with friends at the karaoke bar intending to celebrate my birthday. I wandered on stage to sing ‘Baby’s got back’. As I got through the first few lines, an intoxicated patron stood up on the table and screamed ‘You’re singing the same song I did, you Bozo’. Suddenly, he reached behind his back and produced a 10 inch knife and screamed like an Apache and leaped onto the stage. He placed the tip of the knife at my throat and said, ‘Just cause you are a midget doesn’t give you the right to sing the same songs I do’. I tilted my head back as far as I could so that I could see his face. The sight of his burning eyes raised a fear in me I’ve never known. I screamed like a three year old girl seeing a spider, ‘HELP!’.

Suddenly my attacker’s eyes cleared and his mouth raised to a smile and he began laughing hysterically.

And then we did a duet of ‘Ebony and Ivory’

To celebrate, we decided to sing. We sang the same songs over and over. All of the sudden we heard George yell help! We ran to the White House and saw the bloody knife.

lol i tried to take a unusually approach

no i do NOT want that to happen though

There was once a young man who worked for a secret agency as an asassin. He killed all 34 of his victims with a *knife*. The police were after him and one day, they caught him when they heard a little girl yelling “*help!*” They saved the little girl and brought the young man into jail. After his arrest, the police decided to *celebrate* by hiring Madonna to *sing* lots of *songs* and buying two of the *same* chocolate cakes. The end!

“Sally,” I said. “You need help!”

She stared and me for a moment, not bothering to put down her microphone. “Why? I like to SING! And songs were made to be sung. And I was the one made to sing them!”

“But you’re not singing. You’re wailing. There’s a DIFFERENCE.”

Sally just laughed at me and continued to screech, “CELEBRATE good times COME ON!”

Two more customers, wearing the same disgusted look I was wearing, got up and left.

“Great,” I mumbled, picking a knife up off the floor and dropping it into the silverware bucket. “There go my tips.”

Boy do I hate kareoke night.

There was a friend named bob. he could SING very well. he had the SAME birthday as his friend rob. bob and rob sang SONGS.one day rob too a KNIFE to kill bob and bob cried for HELP!and after rob killed bob. he CELEBRATED.