Every time I go to a show and get drunk I tell myself "remember, you don't own a record player, all those records you keep buying are basically glorified TV trays." And then I go and spend an irresponsible amount of cash at the merch table on vinyls. I feel like I'm inching ever closer to hoarderdom.

The joy of being in the middle is fleeting and always just out of grasp. Premium cable and a vague sense of purpose help though.

I've got a James Taylor poster staring back at me from the wall right now who wholeheartedly agrees with your sentiment. Sweet Baby James came from a record and is a steady, calming presence in my life.

Would you settle for A Hard Day's Night? I've got multiples of that and I feel like the title would fit your life just as well.

I'm already feeling all kinds of nostalgic for mp3s

"Lemon Parties are my favorite!"

All the kids are Craster's and there's a strange lack of boys…

They must be pretty good with the cyber to get through all those 18 and up roadblocks.

The fat sour one

They both fill me with existential dread.

Ohhh the porn's been good to me…

They both stay locked away in a dank dungeon?

"It'll make their mouth water."
"Which mouth?"
"Doesn't matter. They'll click either way."

I don't necessarily need to know how the sausage gets made, I just want my spicy chorizo.

You just blew me away

Stick 'em with the pointy end

Some, I assume, also happens in stables or barracks.

So did I Sophie, so did I.

For sale: Baby Driver shoes, never worn.

Seth Rogen and Josh Gad star in The Wolfmen: An hour and a half of mocking the old gypsy woman.