This me with my records. If a burglar breaks in, I know exactly what to do: Pull out a promotional record that Pfizer sent to doctors in the '70s that's nothing but the different babies crying, each with a different malady. "Why do you own this?" he says, but it's too late, I've hit him with a bat.
The dad in the first pic looks like Tommy Chong’s long lost little brother. It appears they grew up with different ideologies.
Felt like a bit but that is a record I now want
Outstanding.
by true sickos (literally) for true sickos (figuratively)
Ah but do you have a copy of Ronnie Reagan’s greatest hit from way back? I think it was produced by the American Medical Association; poor guy couldn’t figure out how to rhyme Medicare and socialism though.
No Grant, you throw your records at them. Just not the original pressing of Blue Monday.
