I got really drunk yesterday and was trying to figure out what to do with my old cds. Anyway, I thought I might try to regift the used cd’s this Christmas. Then it occurred to me that most people don’t like the same music that I do. So I thought perhaps I could turn them into mobiles and give them away at baby showers. Possibly turn them into wind chimes, but when they hit each other they only plunk. No chime or ringin’ to them at all. I have considered many options. Then I came across a website that lets you trade or sell your used cds. I think this is a wonderful idea. Now I can get rid of that crappy Tiffany cd. I’m not sure how I came to own that damn thing, but I will be glad to be rid of it. I am fairly certain that this site will allow me to relieve myself of the ABBA collection as well. I hear they made a small come back. Why? I am not sure, but I hope someone will take them away again. I think that this site is just the greatest. It will give me so much more space in my glove box in the car. I might even be able to put my registration and proof of insurance back in there. I would put the flask back in there too but it just don’t feel right when it’s not tucked in between my bra. Anyway, I have so many used cd’s that I use as drink coasters too. Instead of selling them for a buck on ebay and getting that negative, I think I will send them off to the used cd farm for some quick cash. Anyway, the point is, don’t throw away them old cd’s that you’ve used for wall art, make shift mirrors, or microwave experiments. Send em’ in for money. And you know how I feel about money. It’s like a magical piece of paper.
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on November 28th, 2008 at 7:29 pm
i just sharpen the edges and use them as “death frisbees” for dogs i don’t like…
on November 28th, 2008 at 8:06 pm
Glorified dog dispatchers? That works!
Or a few pounds of pebbles covered in bacon grease. Less effort on my part you know.
on November 29th, 2008 at 7:38 pm
yeah. martha stewart can kiss our asses! making ‘em into ornaments. hah!