A Bunch of My Husband's Old LPs!
My husband has iffy taste in music, at best. But it used to be much, much worse. Small wonder no one scooped him off the market before I came along.

I've tried everything to get him to toss that old box of LPs that's been collecting dust (and possibly multi-legged vinyl-eating vermin) in our garage for oh, ten years or so. I have wracked my brain, trying to find a use for these things. The best thing I can come up with is "ballast."  Maybe you can do better.

I'm picking out the 10 WORST of the WORST, based on my primary scientific criteria which are: album jacket picture LSD rating, and how stupid the name of the group is (What the hell is a "Hoople?")

What shape are they in? Uh, round, with a square jacket.

These I will send the winner (of my own subjective choosing) who tells me in 200 words or less, why their life is so lame that they feel compelled to collect these silly things.

Congratulations to the winner, who wrote:
My name is Ron and I'm a vinylholic. I am ashamed to admit, but I'm addicted to my albums. In fact, I collect just about anything. My wife wonders why I have lugged a box of round disc covered in cardboard around with us for the last 15 years. She really wonders why I hold so tight on to them when I've finally rid our house of the state of the art 8-tracks only to cling even more desperately on to those records. It must be a disease. A disease for which there is no cure. I am so ashamed.
This is my sad story.

Thank You.
Ron