Disco didn't just claim poor Donny Osmond as a victim during the 70s. The usually stately Ethel Merman, drunk on disco's intoxicating fumes, decided to come up with her own idea of what disco was, a disco of endless flashing lights, disembodied hands holding aloft cowboy hats, and gigantic paisley mumus. Poor Ethel. Let this be a lesson to you all; friends don't let friends do disco.
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