Russell was bewildered. He went to see the heart specialist. The heart specialist said, “Don’t go buying any long-playing records.”
Russell was born in the twenty-first century. He didn’t have a clue what the doctor meant. He went home and asked his mother. She was born in the early eighties. She said she thought a long-playing record was some sort of contraption for playing music on.
Russell’s last words were, “What the hell would I want a long-playing record for?”