Your Next American Idol

So our local watering hole, affectionately nicknamed "The Joint" now has karoke on Thursday nights. You can't imagine the all-stars (hyphenated for you, Jimbo) that come out to sing. Mostly fat women that somebody lied to and told them they could sing.

Anyway, my gal Claire and I were outside with some of the regulars a few Thursdays ago. This dude Rob suggests that we all sing together. He said we could make up our own song, sung to the tune "We Are the World." For those of you that frequent the joint, close your eyes and try to imagine all the late night regulars (not to be confused with the happy hour crowd) singing this:

"We are the Peacock....
We need a ride home.

Take us to Claire's house...
She has some beers there."

You get the picture. I think it would be a big hit. And then we could go next door to that new glam karaoke place and record it. Who's with me?


*Incidentally, today marks the official end of the Summer of Stacy. Don't worry, the philosophy will live on in my heart forever. Thanks to those of you who will make it tonight's candlelight vigil. RIP SOS.