Nobody anywhere has a copy of either the Meatballs or Sgt. Pepper Soundtrack (ya know the Bee-Gee one you like to pretend you hate but you always watch when its on t.v.)!
If I don't get either of these (or a cashier's check for $100,000) soon, there will be one very disenchanted young man on this blog. (Hint: it's not me, his name rhymes with Toby - I mean, oops...no wait - come back...)
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!
P.S.
You like raisins.
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