two turntables and a microphone
Well, a microphone of sorts, at least. I'm heading out to the durrrty South and I think I'll take a cue (drat, if it was a queue, at least I'd get the 10 points for the Q . . . um, I think I've been playing Scrabble/Scramble/Scrabulous too much these days) from degrouchyowl and hand the mic over to you. That's right, you. You, the reader and/or blurker. All two of ye. Ask me something you've been curious about, want to hear my take on, or are too lazy to research and I'll respond. *tap tap tap* Okay, this thing is on. So, begin!