I was sorting through my dad's vinyl collection. Somehow, he had a mistake pressing of A Day at the Races by Queen, which is the album I listen to when I take naps because we be hella lonely. (Side note- once, I was at a thrift store and Killer Queen came on and I was kind of paralyzed because I was so in shock that they knew The Gays™️ would be the ones in the store)
Somehow I didn't question that the album came out when he was three years old?
Anyway, the record was inside of a little paper case instead of the normal card stock ones. The album cover was drawn on poorly in pen, and the fake album title had four commas in it. That's all I remember.
Basically, Dream!Sam wandered into a hell dimension where album titles are allowed to have four commas in them.
YOU ARE READING
The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma
HumorTo give you some comic relief after you read my poetry. These are dreams I've had, thoughts, and Evil Plans. Welcome, and prepare for a tour through a hellscape like no other.
