
When one’s singing is so awful it requires police intervention, that’s really bad karaoke.
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It seems like a contradiction in terms “bad karaoke”. Love the photo though.
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I went on a cruise with my husband’s mom and sisters. On two nights they had karaoke, and I was blown away by the talent! Of course I had to sing for comic relief if nothing else.
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We want videos!
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Fortunately no one has ever videotaped my performances.
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