I own the worst records, of all time. I got 'em stored on a Ikeah shelf of mine. They make me laugh. They make me cry. For owning the Voice of the Voiceless, I deserve to die. Wherever you go, I will be there. Where ever you leave, I will go away. Though to you, it seems it is implausible. 180 lbs is what I weigh. Why do i own Fireparty? The last Dag Nasty Cd? The 1st Snapcase 7", or anything by F.Y.P.? I own S.N.F.U. and fucking Pennywise. Oh my god, what is wrong with me? I got a bad curse that follows me. It makes me purchase the worst records produced in history. I've sworn off buying records, after this one I'm done. I buy 15 bad records to every good one. (The curse says "Wherever you go...")