I am an Old Fart

I have a confession to make...
I enjoy hanging out with grandmas.
Yea that's right!
I've said it! Watcha gonna do?

Anyways,
so in church today,
I was singing happily away with the choir.
UNTIL...
He (the choir director) started givin me the finger.
Yes, you know the finger that keeps pointing upward,
signaling that my singing was flat.

GOD!!!
I swear if he gives me that finger again...

This is the 3rd Sunday in a row.
It's either the choir director has a problem with me
or my voice does not fit that whole choir scenario.

But there's no way in hell will you ever make me stop my vibrato.

SO yea take that you silly choir director.

....FUH, really had to get that off my chest...

Cabbage Wabbage