[Official] My NYC story SuicideTaxi-style

I think... if I had to choose a more worthless and miserable way to spend a 4th of July weekend in New York City... I couldn't come up with anything worse than that story.


Ayz... I don't even fucking like you... but that story actually summoned sympathy in me.

For everyone else too.

Good God.
 
I can't see myself ever doing karaoke.

However, I never knew they had "At a Medium Pace" on the list.

I would do many shots, then sing that one for sure.
 
yeah we already decided next year we're going to oktoberfest or snowboarding or something aka a real vacation where if you're broke don't fucking come

That's what I didn't get. A bunch of mid 20s, single guys, hanging out...Ok, that's cool. But you're hanging out and bouncing from house to house like broke college students.

And for crying out loud, Mike has a full time job, is single, how the hell does he NOT have money?
 
adren can you answer my questions now or do i need to show up at your jobsite tomorrow asking for lawrence chung?
 
you sound like our cunt bartender who hated karaoke for no other reason then the singing.

get over yourself, and your insecurities
 
i think you guys should post your total costs for the trip, including airfare, hotel rooms, drinks, etc

just so akuma the shitbag can compare it with his $8.50 spent
 
you sound like our cunt bartender who hated karaoke for no other reason then the singing.

get over yourself, and your insecurities

I don't care. continue with your lameness.
just trying to help you fools.
you were in manhattan...the world at your fingertips...and you went to a karaoke bar...with 3 other people in it. should have went to jersey and played rock band
 
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Funniest one liner of the weekend:

AkumA: This reminds me of my college years...
Fancy Cat: What you mean that time you walked through a campus?
 
Just reading that first post makes me glad I didn't go...again. We've never had that type of issue on our Tahoe Trips. It just wouldn't fly...
 
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