Bogumil, more record indulgences of shit artwork
Hi guys it’s been a while, but I’m here again with a few more indulgences vinyl to thrill you all. There was a bit of dried shit quality records for purchase in the last year or so, perhaps the source of these beautiful objects dries. Old people are dying and leaving their copies of Jim Reeves in the local charity shops, and the old people quickly dissappearing to release their grip on the sound of privileged young people with better taste. However, I found a few, I hope you enjoy them.
I love Bogumil.
Hi I’m George Zamfir, I can toot on his beautiful pipes?
Why are these Seekers not roll down the hill, they are indeed gravitationally another job, I think that maybe they are. Pop music can do the most wonderful things, and some shitty ones too. These are the shitty ones.
Gracie Fields, reffered to often by the British as the “Our Gracie,” Bogumil not know why, to be honest I would disown her if she was mine, but as you can see from this example that mouth she eats people for lunch. Munch munch.
Sex Swing Yum
Mrs. Barf by its appearance. So cruel viewers church, so cruel.
In Yetties, slightly less attractive than Prog Rock Band Sasquatch were amongs the most pretentious and ugly groups in history, certainly a great group of nausea.