Ever wondered what goes on when the proprietor of secondhand record shop at the butt end of the world chucks in the towel and goes back to having a life??
Are you HIRING, Tony? COOL! Like you, I would be an incredible asset (sittin’ on my ass?) to Too Tone Records: I used to be a hit-man for the Georgia mafioso. That is to say, I used to do one-hits all the time on my bong.
Ahh, you mean most of your clientele. The scarfies do need a wee bit of salt, but roasted over an early 80’s overstuffed couch sporting unidentified stains, they’re choice, cuz.
Bored with a record shop. 
Are you HIRING, Tony? COOL! Like you, I would be an incredible asset (sittin’ on my ass?) to Too Tone Records: I used to be a hit-man for the Georgia mafioso. That is to say, I used to do one-hits all the time on my bong.
…the only prerequisite for the job is…do you eat flies?…(and small…kinda small to medium…rodents)….
Ahh, you mean most of your clientele. The scarfies do need a wee bit of salt, but roasted over an early 80’s overstuffed couch sporting unidentified stains, they’re choice, cuz.
Ooh fuck!
…my thoughts exactly…
Seems a perfect fit! 🙂