This Blows

Yesterday at work, the owner's wife walked into the warehouse and found me on my hands and knees, sorting through 1000 LP's of some stupid title that one of the buyers thought would be a good deal at $1.00 each. There was a problem; most of them were warped and I had to painstakingly go through them and find 200 that were somewhat saleable.

Upon seeing me in this position, the wife said she was going to buy me some knee-pads.

I think I should try to learn to make clothing out of balloons.

Gil