"ad nauseam"

Okay, enough is enough. It's time to end this tired-ass Karaoke-night description competition once and for all. Despite what Maud and Cowboy Sally and Zeebah and JonMC and the Vidiot and all you other folks have to say on the matter, I am the sole person truly qualified to shed light on the events that occurred last monday. Sure, I was the only sober one of the group --not by my choice mind you, I fully intended to get duly, embarrassingly hammered, however each time I purchased a drink and set it down at the 'blogger' table it disappeared QUITE MYSTERIOUSLY before I could drink it (*cough* sally *cough* cowboy sally *cough cough*)-- but sobriety is not the only reason I lay claim to the truth, the fact is; I am the only one with access to it. I alone hold the all-day, neigh all-lifetime pass my friend...because what those folks don't want you to know is...[expurgated material at the hand of an anonymous person to whom I am quite grateful, particularly for returning those long-lost negatives chronicling my backstage, um, "introduction" to the Beastie Boys in 1991, and the thought-to-be-destroyed 'art' film I made with Sigue Sigue Sputnik in Amsterdam in '89 ].

Um. Ah. What was I about to say? Oh yeah; Karaoke is fun! Fun for all who...love to have the, um, fun.

Posted by Antigeist at August 13, 2003 02:38 PM