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Snake
I physically recoiled in cringe.
The chain shirt tells everyone he is a rocker just like his hat lets everyone know of his service
Snake
He's been doing shows every Friday it seems like.
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Tony Hinchclit
Guest
Has he asked permission from us? The nerve of that cow
Bro joe asked to describe himself
Watch "Bro joe asked to describe himself " on Streamable.
This retarded bar act really thinks he's anything more than background music and deserves to be showered in attention by all the guests who went to the restaurant for a nice meal not knowing this faggot would be screaming in their faces all night long.
Imaging bringing a date and Joe Cumia is on the stage, I'd kill myself out of embarassment
Imaging bringing a date and Joe Cumia is on the stage, I'd kill myself out of embarassment
Yeah, you're at a bar trying to have a good time and there's Moo Breasts butchering some moldy old classic rock chestnut and pretending to be a "real musician", it's like torture. He always plays before captive audiences, no one ever says "oh, let's go see Joe Cumia tonight" no matter how hard he tries to pretend it's so.
Worst part is he cranks himself up or shits on the hostess for not blasting his shit into the patron's ears. Carol deserved to be seated in the back and no, she should've paid for her own drinks as a token of thanks for them letting her Medusa face into the bar in the first place
One time, long ago, my family took my mum out for a birthday dinner. Nice little restaurant, not five star, but somewhat classy. C'mon, it's Dumfries...
Anyway, they decided for a change to have some asshole there singing to everyone, the Ol American Songbook shit that Rod Stewart milked in the late 90's. Well, this motherfucker starts singing to tables, totally disrupting everyone's dinner. I'm cringing while Steve, my older brother, is rubbing his hands, waiting for this scuuummmmmbbbbaaagggg to hit our table. And sure enough he does - my mother is getting red with embarrassment, because Steve tells the fuckhead it's her birthday, and he proceeds to serenade AN ENTIRE SONG to her.
I'm fighting laughter. Steve IS laughing. My father is shaking his head. And my mum is covering her face the whole time, wanting to die.
That leather-skinned wanna be lounger is what Joe is: a never-was with delusions of grandeur to get him through the Day, chewing out the barkeep when his comped beer isn't in his hands soon enough, and making everything about HIMSELF, not thinking about those he's supposed to entertain.
Shit, even that guy walked like a pedophile, too.
Anyway, they decided for a change to have some asshole there singing to everyone, the Ol American Songbook shit that Rod Stewart milked in the late 90's. Well, this motherfucker starts singing to tables, totally disrupting everyone's dinner. I'm cringing while Steve, my older brother, is rubbing his hands, waiting for this scuuummmmmbbbbaaagggg to hit our table. And sure enough he does - my mother is getting red with embarrassment, because Steve tells the fuckhead it's her birthday, and he proceeds to serenade AN ENTIRE SONG to her.
I'm fighting laughter. Steve IS laughing. My father is shaking his head. And my mum is covering her face the whole time, wanting to die.
That leather-skinned wanna be lounger is what Joe is: a never-was with delusions of grandeur to get him through the Day, chewing out the barkeep when his comped beer isn't in his hands soon enough, and making everything about HIMSELF, not thinking about those he's supposed to entertain.
Shit, even that guy walked like a pedophile, too.
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It's the same "getting my dick sucked in the bathroom" selfie pose.
He's 75 years old
He's 75 years old
Looks like the same jernt the last pic of the Cumia siblings was taken at. Dawnie's twitter iirc?
Omid Djalili - Wikipedia
This man is whiter than Joe Cumia
SugarGay
If I took a girl on a date and the hostess sits me near a stage where Joe fucking Cumia is performing, I dont care if this girl walks out on me 10 minutes later, this just became one of the greatest opportunities of my life to sucker punch Joe