And for our final wrapup, a salute to those weird girls who just had to go their own way on things. We think we love them most of all.
“What am I? HAHAHA! You do not know. Why? Because you are drunk.
“That’s right, cishet scum. Squirm in your seats because YOU WANT THIS.
Obviously, I’m not here to win this thing.”
“I’m coral. That’s it, really. That’s the costume. ‘Come to the Caymans. We have coral.’
What do you want from me? This shit is stupid.”
“Bitch, I told you; you gotta sell that shit. Look: I’m the QUEEN OF CORAL! ‘Under the sea! Darling it’s better down where it’s wetter!’ HAHAHAHAHA! Sexy marine invertebrates!
See? Like that.
“Go ahead and sing and dance for attention if you must. Ukraine bakes bread. Is enough.”
“Honduras would like to take this moment to remind you all that you’re going to die. And then a dragon will probably eat you.”
“Because Hungary believes women are a puzzle with a crotch!”
“Ireland. On the outside, I am a modern druidic pagan priestess. Inside, I’m Riverdance on acid.”
“Because Thailand believes a woman is a long-haul vehicle with boobs!”
“I have NO IDEA. They just told me to put it on and hold on to my dignity as best I can.”
Don’t you want to come inside The Netherlands?”
“Jesus, girl. Pump your brakes. And this is me talking.”
“Kosovo has no need for showy costumes or sex appeal. Instead, we choose to cosplay as the stars of our own night-time soap operas.”
“Two can play that game, Kosovo. And I’d just watch myself if I were you, Missy. You’ve made an enemy tonight.”
“Please. If you just let me finish my song, this will all make sense.”
[Photo Credit: Richard D. Salyer, Patrick Prather]
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