Now I must brag--My buddy just called me up, he's in the Midtown Virgin Megastore right now, and informed me that they have a copy of 2007's best album, Animal Collective's Strawberry Jam, on vinyl. He happens to be in possession of a small sum of my money, and has offered to pick it up for me.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
