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5 notes into the song the car radio became a mobile karaoke machine. She sang. what she lacked in quality she made up for in volume. the volume peaked with the chorus.
"i love ceceil" she sang.
being the uptight anal music fanatic i am, i stopped down the karaoke machine. i told her that the go go's were not lesbians and the lyric was actually "our lips are sealed".
head cocked and brow furrowed, she looked at me like a mental patient. she said nothing and reached for the volume knob just as the chorus came around again.
"i love ceceil" she sang louder this time.
Posted by griff at May 18, 2002 02:20 AM