Okay, that's not true. You can totally go places with bloggers, but as TequilaCon taught us, all of your drunken exploits can and will be photographed, videotaped, and deconstructed publicly on the web down to every last Freudian motivation.
Case in point: Vahid invited me down to Portland last Wednesday to crash a little get together he was hosting for Jenny which included Brandon (formerly of One Child Left Behind and now of "something that looks like a mangina*"), Asia, Sibyl, and her BF. Needless to say we ended up at a karoke bar and after doing what bloggers do best (other than find creative ways to trick people into reading our diatribes), singing commenced.
Again, never trust a blogger, because I they will blackmail you in a second if I they think it'll increase my their traffic.
While this one is hard to see, it's actually the beautiful serenade of Vahid and Jenny singing some obscure Meatloaf song (I say obscure because if it ain't "I Would Do Anything For Love" then it doesn't count).
The visual on this one sucks too, but trust me, that's Brando singing god knows what (as in, I have no fucking clue what this song is).
And finally, the most delectable piece of blackmail I have ever had the privilege of divulging to the universe...Jenny singing Salt-N-Pepa's "Shoop" (and yes, that is a drunken bachelorette party gyrating on the dance floor and yes, the bride-to-be is sporting a headband with bobbing miniature penises on it).
*Vahid gets all the credit for that lovely comparison
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
You Really Can't Go Anywhere with Bloggers
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hey! normally in this phenomenon we refer to as 'blackmail' the victim has an opportunity to pay some sort of ransom for the loot! but you never even made your sick demands! you just posted! that's not blackmail. that's just evil.
i knew i liked you for a reason.
/down modded for not knowing jim croce
seriously, dustin. brandon is right - you really are evil. voice of an angel, soul of a devil.
i cannot tell you how happy i am that i didn't attempt to sing sexual healing that night. my career would've been destroyed.
i had almost forgotten about the mini-penis headband, though. now we have dark, grainy, photographic evidence.
note to self: never go anywhere dustin is again.
@ /\: Hey, Jenny forced my hand with the whole "female Charolette Church" and "Castrato" thing.
@ Jenny: You do Marvin Gaye, too? Wow, I'm sensing a theme here...
@ Kat: It's true, I can't be trusted. Blogging has killed what little integrity I had left.
There are a few times when I am supremely happy about not ever meeting you. Most odf the time is is just a general sense of happiness, not the supreme stuff
That's right, we are currently trading comments on each other's blogs... simultaneously
Wow. Suicide karaoke. Blackmail. Undercover video. I'm a little afraid of you all right now. Looks like I'm going to have to step up my game before TC08...
You know, I didn't think these looked so bad. Then I came home and watched them with the sound on. Thankfully I had the foresight to swing by the liquor store first.
(All right, I'll up my offer: $10 to take these down! Ten bucks and some old Spider-Man comics I have laying around.)
No way, Vahid -- I've already copied them and will post them if necessary. The world needs these videos.
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