Four years ago I was in a bar in Minneapolis during a karaoke night. To this day, I shudder when I recall the performance of "Julie." She was five feet tall, four feet wide, and no concept of the meaning of the word "tune." For seven hours - or at least what seemed like seven hours - we had to listen to her abuse AC/DC's "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap." If only someone had done as the song suggested....
Siggy
