Luke Bryan Thanks Fans for Support After Losing Voice at National Championship Game

After Luke Bryan, a musician, lost his voice while supporting the Georgia Bulldogs during the National Championship game versus the Alabama Crimson Tide on January 10, his fans came together to offer him their well wishes.

Emotions were running high as Georgia won their first championship in more than 40 years, and the game was fierce. In the midst of the excitement, Luke Bryan ended up losing his voice.

Luke Bryan’s physician has directed him to take vocal rest till further notice in order to promote a quick recovery. In typical Luke Bryan style, the “That’s My Kind of Night” singer is preparing for his next gigs at Crash My Playa in Mexico while taking this time to heal.

Luke and his spouse Caroline laughed at the circumstances and posted a lighthearted picture to social media. Caroline joked that she was driving Luke nuts by talking nonstop while he was mute when she shared a picture of herself appearing to tape Luke’s lips shut. Fans were overwhelmingly supportive of their playful banter, with many of them being able to relate to the situation.

When Chase Chrisley from the reality series “Chrisley Knows Best” got in on the prank, the good times got even better. “Send the tape to my mom, I can tell you she wants it for my dad,” he said in a lighthearted manner. It appears that many people who have gone through similar experiences in the past have found solace in Luke Bryan’s voice loss.

Even though Luke is currently unable to sing, he is still aggressively promoting his just released “Up” music video. He looks content in the video and asks his followers to offer prayers for his voice while he takes a vocal break. Supporters have shown their steadfast loyalty by posting heartfelt messages saying how excited they are to party with him at Crash My Playa in Cancun.

Luke Bryan’s voice might be muted for the time being, but his passion and commitment to his craft never waver. Let’s all hope he heals quickly so we may enjoy his incredible performances once more.

My neighbor pelted my car with eggs because he claimed it obstructed the view of his Halloween decorations

When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it’s a prank — until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.

I was bone-tired, the kind of tired where you can barely remember if you’ve brushed your teeth or fed the dog.

My days had become a blur since the twins were born.

Don’t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my adorable darlings, but wrangling two newborns mostly by myself was a Herculean task. I hadn’t slept a full night in months. Halloween was just around the corner and the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, but not me.

I could hardly muster the energy to decorate, let alone keep up with the suburban festivities.


Then there was Brad.

The man took Halloween so seriously that you’d think his life depended on it. Every year, he turned his house into a haunted carnival complete with gravestones, dioramas of skeletons, huge jack-o’-lanterns, the works.

And the smug look on his face every time someone complimented him? Please.

His spectacle enamored the entire block. But me? I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open to care about Brad’s ridiculous haunted house.

It was a typical October morning when everything started to unravel.

I shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in my arm. I blinked at the sight before me. Somebody had egged my car! Broken bits of shell were stuck in the semi-congealed goo, which was dripping down the windshield like some twisted breakfast special.

“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, staring at the mess.

I had parked in front of Brad’s house the night before. It’s not like I had much choice. The twins’ stroller was impossible to push all the way from down the street, so I’d parked close to our door.

At first, I thought it had to be a prank. But when I noticed the egg splatters reached all the way to Brad’s front porch, my suspicion turned into certainty.

This had Brad written all over it.

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