Based on true events, names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent.
All right, I'll tell you a story. It was several years ago at a karaoke bar. Definitely a high point of my sad troubled existence. First things first, let me introduce our cast for this tale. Mary, a fiery red head, possibly one of the funniest, and prettiest women I have ever known, the ringleader of our posse, political science major; Isaac, a metrosexual English major; and Pedro, another political science major, having recently pledged a fraternity.
The night was still young and we had a few beers in us, so we thought we'd have some laughs and sing some tunes. We had no idea what was in store for us. We walk into, this dive bar, set up tonight with a cheap stage and some karaoke equipment, to a terrible rendition of "Don't stop believing." We get a round and a table in the middle. Mary thinking it funny signs Pedro up for "Bohemian Rhapsody." telling him that he'd be doing "Baby got Back." I k