This review is for Monday nights and the karaoke snobs. The blonde (brunette really, saw the roots girly) who ""hosts"" the night is a stuck up fiend. Her and her friends stroke each other's bruised Hollywood egos by singing (yowling) hits from yesteryear. This karaoke ""hostess"" cut my song off halfway through, on purpose, because she wanted more time for her posse, who already sang five times each. Zero respect. High School mentality. I truly hope she falls down the stairs in her pleather boots. If the Happy Endings management catches wind of this review, just know you can do way better. I should have snatched my five bucks out of her tip jar. It went to a poor dye job anyway.
Pros: writing this review
Cons: the staff is stuck in high school
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