Last night I went to bed early to read some student stories. When I unexpectedly came downstairs to put my papers in my school bag, I find Brando (who is more tone-deaf than Liam Gallagher on a coke bender) on the living-room sofa with the Rock Band microphone in his hand, looking up sheepishly.
Me: Oh, my God. It's like I caught you with your hand down your pants.
B (turning off the game): No, it's worse.
That's hilarious. Please tell me he was singing to Journey or some band as equally funny.
Posted by: churlita | March 18, 2008 at 12:15 PM
I think it was either "Vasoline" by Stone Temple Pilots or "Wave of Mutilation" by The Pixies. I think TLB missed Bon Jovi's "Wanted Dead or Alive."
Posted by: Brando | March 18, 2008 at 12:24 PM
This is why long ago AG suggested not letting him have this toy. You said something to the fact that you don't control him.
I bet you wish you'd taken that advice now!
:)
Posted by: Adorable Girlfriend | March 19, 2008 at 05:32 PM
At least he didn't have the microphone down his pants...
Posted by: Grendel | March 20, 2008 at 12:28 PM