17 WEIRD RECORD COVERS FROM THE VALUE VILLAGE THRIFT STORE IN REDMOND, WA.!

Well, my goodness gracious, the hits just keep on comin'! My trip to a nearby VV this past Saturday paid off again, in STRANGENESS! Bless all you weirdos making records! An amusing extra: while I was systematically flipping through the record bins, a group of three teenage boys hovered nearby, watching.

"Oh, look! Vinyl! Cool!" one of them exclaimed.

I glanced back, and raised my eyebrows at them. "There's probably not too much you'd be interested in here, guys. Unless you like Neil Diamond and marching bands." They laughed and went back to looking at old videogames as I continued my hunt.

Please to enjoy!

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY! The excitement! One could interpret vast amounts of dripping sarcasm in the title. GO DON!

Be exceeding glad, for real, who needs that pesky ol' "-ly" suffix?

Did you know that "onabridge" was a word? Also, I'd say this is more like "The Walt Rogers Six," with those outfits. Uh huh huh huh huh huh. GO WALT!

I'm imagining that the poor woman who imagined that married life would be a continuation of this album cover scene was the person who eventually dumped it at the thrift store.

Well.

 The Wead Sisters, before and after they met their dealer, Richard.

No, Mr. Fingers, what about just no. P.S., nice acorn hat.

Do you think the Jimmy Owens Singers turned on the World of Youth? Let's ask the Wead Sisters and Richard!

I'm assuming Jack and his pal are looking towards their dearest, or perhaps a fly has gone by.

NO THANK YOU. OH PLEASE. NO. PLEASE. NO.

First, I think I am going to steal the name "The Treble-Heirs," and second, I'd like to point out that this is not a trio. WAY TO GO WITH MATH, NORTHWEST COLLEGE!

If That Isn't Love, eh? NICE WORK, MR. RAMBO!

"Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"The Downings just moved in next door and they won't stop singing "God Washed The Dirty Feet Of Men" on their balcony!!"

"I'm calling our Realtor® right now, dear. Start packing!"

Everyday - everyday - everyday - everyday...people aren't listening to Reilly & Maloney.

I believe the Northwesterners also modeled for Sears in 1972.

And finally, WHY was Mrs. Beasley not included in the family title? Jerks!