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TMI Thursday: Video Killed the Radio Star

TMI Thursday

A few things:

1. Clearly, there are really no excuses to justify what you see above, unless you count that it was my bachelorette party, the last stop of the night, and that I didn't puke once and was allowed to sing twice.
2. The heartless bitch bridesmaid who made this dvd for me is no longer my friend.
3. I once won $50.00 in a karaoke contest.

I am not sure I will ever be able to top this post, but here's hoping. Be sure to check out LiLu's TMI Thursday Post-Secret Edition part two!

Comments

MJenks said…
Every time I think that it will be impossible to top my latest TMI post, another memory comes bubbling to the surface of my mind, and I'm able to spiral a little further down into darkness.
carissajaded said…
Oh Amber, My entire office just got to watch this, and loved it!!!!

Fabulous performance!
Jm Diaz said…
#1. I'm very glad to see that you are keeping up with the TMI Thursday thing. I am not that consistent.

#2. I know that when I need a food distraction, your blog is the place to visit.

#3. You are a karaoke goddess, and let NO ONE, not one nay sayer disagree. You are awesomeness, with black lace. ;)
Tina Lynn said…
I just imagined that you were singing for me:)
Organic Meatbag said…
I am proud to announce that you have earned an award on my blog...seize the day! Come n' get it!
after watching my videos again, it saddened me that it was so dark in that bar that there is nothing to distract from the ear bleeding that was my drunk singing...

mjenks: cheers to spiraling downward.

casissajaded: your entire office? tell them i am so, so sorry.

a little pink: it loves you, too!

jm diaz: a food distraction? do i make ya nauseated, baby?

tina lynn: i was sining for you. duh.

organic meatbag: checking award stat! thank you.
Jm Diaz said…
A "good" distraction... curse you iPhone auto spell-check!.

And I feel like I am trapped in the awesomeness of this video. It's on a persistent loop.
ha excellent. :) no videos from my bach party, but lots of pictures.. thankfully none of when 2 of my bridesmaids and me fell on our asses dancing at he last bar of the evening.. heels and drunk bridesmaids pulling you around = fail.

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