Who knew they sold weapons of mass destruction on the streets of Prague? Browsing through record shops or just walking along the streets, I came across recordings of music so vile, so cruel, so utterly without redeeming features, I had no choice but to buy one.
Nothing says "I hate you" like the gift of a CD with Smokie tunes played on pan flute. And I know just the right recipient for it... muahahahahahaaaaaaa! I also contemplated buying a CD with street organ music, but that would have involved me actually approaching said instrument of torture (playing full blast!), so I settled for Smokie instead.