I do adore karaoke complaints... and here's a karaoke complaint!

I perform Karaoke in costume and in character. If you have not seen me at your bars karaoke night-you will. I am not the drunken douchbag hogging the mic with an eight minute rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody (hey, KJ's-could you take every song over 5 minutes OFF your song list). I am a performer who customizes my songs. I was in your old town bar last night, and was cut off and reprimanded for saying "FUCK". (What The Fuck!?!?)...Are you fucking kidding me!? Put on your big girl panties and deal with it. It's art. It's performance. It's a grown up word in a grown up bar. Do I look like Will Fucking Smith?! How is it ok that I can spend my money in your bar, get drunk, take home a stranger for anal coitus, but I cant say "FUCK"?

I was kind of on this person's side... until his very next sentence. Hey! Do you have a rant, confession, or fuck-laden rendition of "Bohemian Rhapsody" you'd like to share with the world? Drop it off in the I, Anonymous Blog—where yoooou are the champions, my friend.