Dion Bombing
The Dion Bomb is art of requesting Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On" on a digital jukebox at a packed bar. In most cases, the Dion Bomb will be interrupted by an intelligent bartender for a better song. Occasionally, females will use the opportunity to karaoke the annoying theme song to the 1997 blockbuster hit.
Men will use the opportunity to reaffirm their masculinity by vocalizing their objections to the broadcast of this song. This is mainly based on bad school dance experiences that rendered them without a dance partner, crying into a plastic cup of Minute Maid Orange Soda, wearing jean shorts and a Nautica t-shirt.
Men will use the opportunity to reaffirm their masculinity by vocalizing their objections to the broadcast of this song. This is mainly based on bad school dance experiences that rendered them without a dance partner, crying into a plastic cup of Minute Maid Orange Soda, wearing jean shorts and a Nautica t-shirt.
The bar was filled with Chads, last night. It should have come as no surprise that I was Dion Bombing the shit out of that place on my way out.
Dion Bombing
The Dion Bomb is the art of requesting Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On" on a digital jukebox at a packed bar. In most cases, the Dion Bomb will be interrupted by an intelligent bartender for a better song. Occasionally, females will use the opportunity to karaoke the annoying theme song to the 1997 blockbuster hit.
Men will use the opportunity to reaffirm their masculinity by vocalizing their objections to the broadcast of this song. This is mainly based on bad school dance experiences that rendered them without a dance partner, crying into a plastic cup of Minute Maid Orange Soda, wearing jean shorts and a Nautica t-shirt.
Men will use the opportunity to reaffirm their masculinity by vocalizing their objections to the broadcast of this song. This is mainly based on bad school dance experiences that rendered them without a dance partner, crying into a plastic cup of Minute Maid Orange Soda, wearing jean shorts and a Nautica t-shirt.
The bar was filled with Chads, last night. It should have come as no surprise that I was Dion Bombing the shit out of that place on my way out.