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i went into a real life actual record store today.
fucking gospel and country and "local". that was it. the shopkeep didn't take too kindly to me either.
but country cds still sell like fuck because bumpkins are too behind the times to know about mp3s, and country folk often inherently distrust the internet as a form of digital witchcraft conducted through the ethereal wispiness of homosexuals, who since they don't have souls inside them probably make good transmitters. cos their braines aren't already busy receiving the voice of the LORD.
fucking bumpkin said "CAN I HELP YOU?" as soon as i entered, in a tone of voice that meant "please fuck off out of my shop".
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