Key of F

I've sung karaoke all of two times in my entire life:
Once this past summer on a blind date, after we decided that 1 am was a good time to take shots and rock out to the hardest song ever in the history of the world to sing.

And

On Friday night at our office holiday party in Times Square after what seemed like twenty vodka on the rocks (oh and also, I never drink anything on the rocks but decided this was the night to start). At that same party I argued with my boss about something insane, he threatened to call my ex and instead called my better half and spoke to him to try to win his argument. We also made phone calls to the girl I replaced, who was, for the record, still at work because in CA, it was 3 in the afternoon! He fell down the stairs in front of our President and everyone is still talking about it. There's richer, much more crazy stories I could share, but I've learned my lesson from Dooce and am not going to say any more; I've got a dog to feed!

The moral of this half-ass story is: Karaoke is evil.