didn't the yelling heartbeaking girl impressing to tears good for pick up dancing and teenage party groping diva sink along with the bloody titanic?

i remember partying for three days after having seen the movie, since i was certain she had sunk to the bottom of the atlantic ocean, settling for a long wait until the arrival of the kursk and most of the german u-boot fleet, some good decades later into modern history...

and hell, all of a sudden, my manelistic neighbour (who is going to pay dearly for every piece of adrian and gutza he insults me with, by the way) cranked up the volume and sickened me to death with celine's moaning heart that will go on whatever the odds and no matter how old the resuscitation gear and how clumsy the medic may be...

well, whatever the case, i am willing to hire a mafia hitman to get her cement shoes and have her dispatched to the seafloor, so she can sing to the fish and the mermaids and the ghost of blue beard and whatever the hell girls dream that lies underneath the waters...

everyone that agrees to my plan, please contribute to my newly established "sink celine dion" open fund.
no contribution is too large...
thanks in advance to all warm blooded men and to all brain-using women.