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Post by Sprague Dawley on Dec 22, 2016 10:46:59 GMT 9
The Gunston Record Emporium.
"I'm Wayne Gunston of The Gunston Record Emporium. I'm in fuckin' charge.
"Records? Yeah... whatever... just fucken pay up." - Wayne Gunston.
"The Gunston Record Emporium is located on the outskirts of Woolongong in a big fucking warehouse. Are you coming shopping here today? You fucking better be. And bring all your bloody money. Rich wanker. We price our records at a flat rate of $50 bucks each because they are all fuckin' impossible to find.
We specialise in hard-to-find records.
Here is a picture of some of our hard-to-find records:
"I cannot find a thing." - a customer (top right).
"For your information, Mr Customer, our records are a piece of piss to find if you know the Goldmine Dewey Decimal System. Do you know this system? Didn't think so. Bloody record newbie."
"Clean up on Aisle 7!"
Smart arse. Any record expert such as myself could plainly see that these records have been arranged via Goldmine Dewey Decimal System protocols and all records are graded "F". F stands for "Fucken Pay Up".
Busy day today. I count no less than 68 browsing customers in the above photograph.
"The pipe? That's bloody shelving. Stupid newbie cunt."
"Don't sit on the fucking palate! Lazy wanker! Get fuckin' shopping!"
"See that pipe? First pressing. Signed by Ringo. Yours for $50 bucks."
"Excuse me but did you just SIT on the palate? You lazy bastard. You just broke 400 records. You now owe me $4,000 bucks."
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