Disco Enthusiasts Mugs

Village People Auditions.

Healthy as a Horse

"I may have gone disco, Mrs. Mullins, but that doesn't mean my meats are no longer choice lean cuts competitively priced for today's cost-conscious consumer."

"Really Bob? Disco?!"

"Y .. M .. C ... oh, I get it - they're Village People fans."

"The weatherman said dress for the mid 70's. Bob was elated." "Much. Too. Sexy."

'I'm too hot to trot.'

'Half-baked beans, low fat variety' "Who says we have no taste?"

Karataoke

David Grohl - Foo Fighters

'Ok you two, where the hell is Dancer?!'

'By Jove, we've finally found it! the fabled elephants' disco!'

No one knew it, but Gerald was about to execute what he called 'The Move.'"

You make me feel like dancing!

"I see Joe Bosco passed away." "Yeah. I heard he laid down the boogie and played that funky music til he died."

"Oh no, we've been inned."

"You're close, but you're not the record. The record for one family in one booth—all from out of state, each ordering a complete breakfast—was set in 1978, with fifteen."

Disease-y Top

'Son, it's time we had a little talk about the Byrds and the Beatles.'

Shake it like a Polaroid picture...

Disco Owls

Disco Dancing

"The Who used to smash up their instruments after their shows — have you ever considered that?"

French Animal Noises.

"Look, I'm doing the human!"

You Know You're Old When...

"Um, I think it's my job to make them dance."

"Well, that's right. It is a disco ball. The regular lamp is in the shop."

'It's always the same, isn't it, Dave?... Every time you spot a glitter ball!'

'You think they could have splashed out on a few disco lights.'

"Did you see my Instagram of your father parachuting from a plane while I stayed in the safety of the hotel disco?"

Hieroglyphic disco dancer

"Well you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man..."

Have you ever sued anyone for slander or libel, Randy? Indeed I have, little buddy. It was 1979. Francis Melba stood up in the middle of the cafeteria and accused me - in front of all the other kids - of being "nothing special." So I stood atop my table, ripped my shirt in two, slowly smoothed out my mustache, and then proceeded to flex my pecs, one at a time. HOJ. The sunlight streaming in through the windows scattered off my bouncing pecs like a disco ball. That's when Melba knew he was toast.

'Same address, 20 years later'