Our Only Real Competition was Droopy Dog and Joanne

Nice evening... Two Conquering Marathon Stars were in attendance AND the Prince of Darkness himself, Mr Brett (unexpected thrill). Not a lot of people singing so we were able to run the board a couple of times. Our only real competition was Droopy Dog and Joanne. KG Jr. was looking pretty bored and withdrawn. The group felt maybe it was due to an interruption in his 'meth supply (he has been aliased as LIL'METH-HEAD as a result).

Despite it being KARAOLES BIRTHDAY, it was pretty low key. KARAOLE sang her typical COALMINER'S DAUGHTER and then slunk out with her sycophants.

A few new faces... there was a particularly drunk older guy who would randomly blurt out inappropriate topics to a distracted BIKERBOUNCER - I particularly remember "Cross Burning" being barked out as I slipped by on my way back from Hell.

Jimmy was there and reflected the general malaise... lots of standing around and staring off into space. Mrs. Jimmy was also staring off into space - at least with one of her eyes... I think.

After witnessing (and then as result feeling dirty after) a performance from two blonde tourists doing a really trashily inappropriate version of FEVER - no doubt inspired by their reaction to Rhonda's BABY GOT BACK, Lisap and I attempted to escape with some of our dignity intact. Others stayed behind to see what they could make of the pieces left to pick up.

THE LINE UP
The Alien (Marathon Star 2): FAT-BOTTOMED GIRLS (duet with Rhonda), CRACKLIN' ROSE
Mr Brett: SISTER CHRISTIAN
Rhonda (Marathon Star 1): FAT-BOTTOMED GIRLS (duet with The Alien), BABY GOT BACK
Lisap: OUR LIPS ARE SEALED, FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE (duet with Chris), CALL ME
Chris: FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE (duet with Lisap)

See you next week for K @ K's on R

Just Wait Until I Git You Outside

(Inspired by BREAK MY STRIDE by WILDER MATTHEW and the CHICAGO MARATHON by RHONDA)

Last night I had the strangest dream
I drank way too much liquor, and I mouthed of to BikerBounder
And he said he hated to ask me to leave
Didn't want me to make a scene. "What does that mean?", And he said...

Ain't nothing gonna save your hide
Nobody gonna save you now, oh no
I'm gonna kick your a** now
Just wait until I git you outside
Your feet won't even touch the ground, oh no
Then you'll get your poundin'

Anybody up for K @ K's this R to celebrate R's finish of the CHICAGO MARATHON?