(via phantomoftheradio)
This is the most important thing any man embarking on a heterosexual relationship needs to know. Even now (especially now, seeing as we’re all digging out our vinyl records and scanning the covers onto tha internet), I am frequently alerted to the fact that Some Woman has stolen yet another of my records.
Ladies, keep your mood swings, keep your unfathomable expectation that we should be able to read your mind. Cut up our clothes, dump manure onto our new car, do what the hell you like. But please. Pretty please. For the love of Homer. With bells on. Leave our fucking records alone.
i bought three new records this morning (i paid 50 bones for a 7” 1st pressing of babes in toyland’s dust cake boy/spit to see the shine on green vinyl, 27 bucks for a copy of the terry riley/kronos quartet’s cadenza on the night plain, and 10 bucks for hardly, not even by run westy run). oh man, i would cuff a bitch if she even touched my rekkids, swear.
