My dad has this bangin' record collection that I'd ignored up until I rediscovered it while cleaning the parents' house this weekend (I don't know how it is that I'm still getting stuck helping with the cleaning, but obviously good things come of it). Mr. Richie, Mr. Lennon, Mr. McCartney, Mr. Starr, Mr. Harrison, Mr. Taylor, Mr. Simon, Mr. Garfunkel, Mr. John - I love you all. 
Obviously, I ganked all of these and brought them home with me. Now, when I am sweaty and hot and cranky this summer, I will bust out a popsicle, pop a record on, and chill out. Minus the part with the popsicle(popsicles are gross!). Also, minus the part about chilling out.
Obviously, I ganked all of these and brought them home with me. Now, when I am sweaty and hot and cranky this summer, I will bust out a popsicle, pop a record on, and chill out. Minus the part with the popsicle(popsicles are gross!). Also, minus the part about chilling out. Uhhh...play us off, Elton!
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