A
bloodthirsty red-eyed crowd arose from their beds irate shortly after 7am this
morning as the melancholic melody of an unknown karaoke enthusiast shattered
the early morning peace of the otherwise suburban community.
Colloquially dubbed “Not that twat again,” little appears to
be known of the daybreak diva’s identity. Enraged local resident, Nguyen Thanh,
confirmed that this was not the first time that his sleep had been brought to
an abrupt end by the musical menace.
“Will our home never be set free from the
tuneless tyranny of this ass-hat? What kind of monster would unleash such an
auditory assault on us at such a godless hour – and while wearing wrap-around
sunglasses to boot?”
Fellow resident of the afflicted Ba Đình neighbourhood,
Hoang Linh agrees.
“We all love a good bit of the old karaoke, my man can’t
resist a bit of Shania Twain when he’s had a few, but competing with the
chained up dogs and the construction crew at that hour, it’s just too much.”
Speculating on the psychology of a man determined to bring
his X Factor audition to a live bedbound audience at 7am, Hoang continued, “He
sounded like a guinea pig that had been stepped on – it didn’t sound like he
was too happy about it either, there was certainly an attempt at expressing
some sort of soul-consuming spiritual, emotional anguish, but it was a bit
early in the morning for anyone to give a shit.”
At press time the anonymous karaoke singer fled the scene
some 20 minutes into his performance after being pelted with clump after clump
of human faeces.
More on this story as it develops.
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coincidental and in no way intended to hurt your feelings. Sorry for pointing
out the obvious, but there’s an abundance of humourless morons out there.
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