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Dear Sir or Madam: When we saw the crucifix pin in the display case, with little red, green and blue flashing lights all over it, and I remarked very loudly, “Disco Christ died for your sins,” you might have had the good grace to look offended, as that was the reaction I was going for.
Their day started at dawn and filled quickly with thousands of errands, some crucial (omigod, the bouquet is still at the florist’s!) but most of them insignificant, humiliating - sometimes involving the bride’s armpits or her feet - and though they were happy to have served the Cause of True Love this day, there came that point in the reception when the DJ played “I Will Survive”, and something inside those girls just snapped, you see, and the bridesmaids ran to the dance floor as one, with rustling skirts and bare feet, and they danced together this disco-beat tarantella of primal anger that surely drove fear into the heart of every man in the hall.
“I’m sorry,” the genie told Henry, “but you can’t be a Jedi knight and a disco king at the same time; it just doesn’t work that way.”
Einstein bemoaned the age of disco believing it to be responsible for the present decline of western civilization, but Schrodinger’s cat thought disco a good thing and that retro dance clubs a great place for a cat to get himself some sweet pussy, but Einstein couldn’t buy into that argument, and he thought that no one would really dance to disco beats of Pink Floyd covers no matter how snappy they were.
"That John Travolta thinks he can dance; I'd like to see him come to one of our square dances; I'd show him a thing or two."
His dreams were so groovy that sometimes ghosts would sneak into the house on Saturday nights and use his head as a disco ball.
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