Put my name down for the karaoke? Fuck off. Err, what the fuck makes you imagine for a split fucking second that I wish to join in with the fucking conga? If I wanted to grab some sweaty cunt's love handles and kick my legs about like a spastic I'd get cerebral palsy and do your wife up the shitter. And no I don't want to dance. I'd rather sit here with some other misanthropic cunt and criticize everyone else. "Oh don't be boring". Well one of us is being boring and my money's on you. LEAVE ME ALONE, Dad.