Mmm-mmm Good

This is the sweetest thing ever, and I would very much like to own it.

I won't, though. Own it, that is. Ever.

(Advice: If you don't give one single damn about bass guitars, then don't bother clicking on this link. This link right here. Don't waste your time clicking this link if you don't have any interest in mint-green basses with tortoise-shell pickguards. Or if you're blind. Or if you're not me.)

Send me some money! I could send you something in return. Anyone want an autographed Sleater-Kinney poster? Or... a paper coffee cup that Brett Anderson (Donna A.) drank out of? It's shrink-wrapped, so there might be some DNA still on the lid. There's a little bit of lipstick on it, I can tell you that much. I have a hooded sweatshirt that one of the Sahara Hotnights wore. It's red, and smells nice. Send me twenty bucks, c'mon... I need six hundred and forty-nine dollars. Soon.