A man who got carried away at a karaoke bar has been stabbed to death for singing too much and refusing to hand over the microphone.
Abdul Sani Doli was performing in Sandakan town, Malaysia, and not letting others share the limelight.
A group of men grew furious that Mr Doli was hogging the stage and a brawl broke out, police said.
The 23-year-old was punched and stabbed in an angry confrontation, said the officer.
Two suspects have been detained after Mr Doli was found dead outside the bar.
This is not the first time that karaoke rage has struck.
A woman in Seattle recently attacked another patron of a karaoke bar because the ‘singer’ had butchered a song by her favourite band Coldplay.
In China, South Korea and Japan people have been both shot and stabbed mid-performance over disputes.
I can understand the impulse, though.
I said goodbye, Doli,……well, goodbye, Doli
Its so nice to have you stop that frikkin’ song
You’re lookin’ dead, Doli…….Full of lead, Doli
You’re still bleedy…so damn greedy…to address the throng
I feel that room swayin’……with the box playin’
One of your old favourite songs from way back when
So….. wrap him up, fellas…….don’t have to take his crap, fellas
Doli will never hog the mic again!
Also kicked away from the mic (rather more happily): William “Cold Cash” Jefferson
“A woman in Seattle recently attacked another patron of a karaoke bar because the ’singer’ had butchered a song by her favourite band Coldplay.”
HAHAHA!
Man this world is a silly place.
I know. I like the marks around ‘singer.’ I’m surprised, though, that out of an abundance of caution they didn’t say “alleged singer.”
It’s hard to keep drinkin’ while one sings karaoke.
Unless, that is, you had a tampon soaked in vodka jammed it into your cooter! Champagne in the poontang! It’s the new thing!
It is. I swear. I read about it!
What surprises me even more is that somehow this violence isn’t somehow related to the Iraq war… oops, pardon me I was momentarily lost in 2007.
Thor,
This is a true story. Once I was at a bar that was having themselves some karaoke goodness, and in walks this total white trash bar fly. She had swapped spit with around 4 different humans by the time her slurred singing technique had hit the stage. After her performance she was roundly booed by the audience.
This made her fairly unhappy and she began cursing the audience – which only resulted in more boo’s. To which she mooned the audience but I assume was so drunk that she couldn’t stop the pants from sliding down to her ankles. Soon we all received a beaver shot from hell. Yes, we all saw the full glory of a snapper on a red string. The boo’s then turned into, “ewwwwww!”
She was then bounced from the premise.
RoA: dude, it’s breakfast time for some of us.
But soon it will be happy hour.
RoA–yikes, just yikes.
What a coincidence, ROA, because you know who else says “ewwwwww” to stories of red snapper on a string?
Dan “the Poet” Collins!
Cherry snapper meringue, yick!
I have never really been too worried about that issue. I mean you take any guy that is given the choice to either wait or go ahead and do it – I’d say that 90% of us will go ahead and do it. I mean the girls do the laundry anyway don’t they?
I think, Thor, it had something to do with the insertion of vodka-soaked tampons.
But knock yourself out. Maybe there’s a Petrarchan sonnet in that, somewhere.
Dan is correct, I brought up that story because of the vodka-soaked tampons. Which are also probably the favorite snack of a skid row vampire.
“Here’s looking at you, kid.” Ewwwwww.
Well, with both stories it’s alcohol in the blood either way.
“Ewwwwww!”
So, you’d consider a vodka suppository, would you?
There was a guy who died of alcohol poisoning a few years back after getting an alcohol enema. Sherry, if I recall correctly.
That’s a strange name for a guy.
The story even Dan wouldn’t post.
Minty fresh breath!
Hah! Found it.
“At least two…1.5 liter bottles”.
The wife, who administered the lethal butt-pipe, was charged with negligent homicide.
First!
I bet sPies would suck a martini from Barney Frank’s butt.
Sherry, Sherry baby
Sherry, Sherry baby
Sherry baby (Sherry baby)
Sherry can you go up my butt
(Go, go, go, go up my butt)
Sherry baby (Sherry baby)
Sherry can you go up my butt
(Why don’t you go up) up my pink starfish
(Go up) Where the sun don’t shine
(Come out) We’ll dance the night away
You’re gonna make me die
Sherry baby (Sherry baby)
Sherry can you go up my butt
(Go, go, go, go up my butt)
You better ask my wifey (Sherry baby)
Tell her everything is alright
(Why don’t you go up) With your red bladder
(Go up) Your hose looks so fine
(Go up) Move it nice and easy
Booze, you make me lose my mind
Told ya.
Barney’s not out the dance floor dancing, he’s mixing sPies a drink!
…so saith all the girls as they fumble to insert anally their now alcohol engorged tampons, in the process learning that when you squeeze a sponge it will express its liquids.
The guy who defeated Jefferson is Vietnamese-born, and holds degrees in philosophy, physics, philosophy, and law.
Clearly another racist two-digit Republican.
He went to Fordham, so he’s probably one of those Cath-a-licks. He might even have a Christmas tree. WHERE IS THE MEDIA?
Bad karaoke performers deserve to be stabbed, repeatedly.
Jefferson was defeated by a little-known Republican lawyer, underscoring the sharp demographic shifts that have taken place since Hurricane Katrina.
But the Redumblicans caused Katrina. I don’t understand.
Oh heck, that’s an easy one B Moe. They caused it so there would be demographic shifts, duh.
So the demographic shifts since Katrina have created an electorate that prefers a “little-known” candidate with a clean record to a well-known incumbent facing Federal corruption charges?
Denounce me all you want, but that tells me something unpleasant about the demographic element that left.
They are also placing the blame for Mr. Jefferson’s defeat on the closed primary system, where he faced six challengers in the Democratic primary. (According the The Times-Picayune)
Let that soak in – six challengers in his own party, six challengers to a veteran representative. That was the hint – he was dead to his own party, they wanted him gone like yesterday.
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Yet he won the primary. Which means the party apparatus may have wanted him gone, but the primary voters — all Democrats, since it’s a closed primary — didn’t.