Five for February 2nd:
FYE. After months of speculation, the FYE on Hampton (which has been a record store since at least the early 80s) is officially closing to make way for a godforsaken Chik-Fil-A. That place was actually awesome, with a great new and used vinyl section and tons of cool toys and shirts. Another bite out of the fabric of South St. Louis. What a joke.
Free lunch. Sandwiches at work today to celebrate crushing the January sales forecast. Too bad I’m not really eating bread at the moment. Nice gesture nonetheless.
From philanderer to panderer. Hey look, the guy who famously cheated on all three of his wives with innumerable mistresses, has been caught on tape bragging about sexual assault, and very likely paid underage Russian prostitutes to urinate on each other in a hotel room is going to finally get some good ol' Christian morals passed into legislation.
Cool stuff. VSW World Cup of BMX 1988, three for the price of one Iron Maiden and Judas Priest tees, Shopkins for Jane, newly found ditch skatespot by work, egg roll bowls.
Quote of the day. “Anyone point out that a Donald Trump anagram is Lord Dampnut?” –Colin Mochrie