Aquela do Titanic / The Titanic Chick


Eu queria criar um post inspirado, por mais estranho que ficasse. Then, eu lembrei desse trecho do conto "embriagado de amor" (Cult vintage faggots lembrarão dessa referência) do livro "Assombro" (escrito por Chuck Palahniuk), que cita os álbuns dessas moças, e a famosíssima "My heart will go on" da Celine Dion. Esse conto se refere, sem muito spoilers, a caras que se travestiam, dublavam musicas desses cds e semelhantes, e simultaneamente cobravam para serem espancados. O trecho que cita os ábuns é:


"Every town, you’d swear they each had another damn suitcase. This suitcase for dressy dresses, evening dresses. Then garment bags so’s they wouldn’t wrinkle as much. Bags for shoes and wig boxes. A big new makeup case for each of them.
It got so their getups were cutting into the bottom line. But say a word about it and Flint would tell you, “You got to spend it to make it.”
That’s not even adding up what they spent for music. Hit or miss, they found most people want to slug you if you play the following record albums:
Color Me Barbra
Stoney End
The Way We Were
Thighs and Whispers
Broken Blossoms
Or Beaches. Really, especially Beaches.
You could put Mahatma Gandhi into a convent, cut off his nuts, shoot him full of Demerol, and he’d still take a shot at your face if you played him that “Wind Beneath Your Wings” song."


Só retraduzindo o ultimo parágrafo:
Você poderia colocar Mahatma Ghandi em uma camisa de força, cortar suas bolas fora, enchê-lo de Demerol, e ainda assim ele iria querer acertar sua cara se você tocasse pra ele aquela música “Wind Beneath Your Wings”
Sentido todo o amor dessas músicas, aproveite minha próxima e curta seqüencia de postagens! (todos de nota A+, lolwut)

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