MadBadDog

He showed me his CD collection and it was all just noise and bad decisions.

I bought a CD from him and it turned out to be a mixtape from his ex’s dog.

He tried to sell me a CD and I asked if it had a warranty. He said no, but it came with a curse.

He yelled at me for not buying his CD. I told him I had better things to do than listen to his sad life.

He tried to sell me a CD and I told him I already had a life.

He came up to me with a CD and said it was 'the key to happiness.' I said it looked more like the key to a jail cell.

He sold me a CD and then told me he hated the artist. I asked why he still sold their music. He said it was a paycheck.

He tried to convince me that the CD was 'the best thing since sliced bread.' I told him I’d rather eat bread.

He sold me a CD and said it would change my life. I listened to it once and I’m still recovering.