That's 19 guitars that I'd be afraid to leave the house with. They're beautiful, but my beat up ugly black-and-blue 360 sounds exactly the same. And I don't have to call Sotheby's if I spill beer on it.
I would give up sex for those guitars...
Then sell my soul to the devil for lessons to play all those guitars...
Then become a rockstar and get all the groupies.
If you think of god as a pair of pants, a spiritualist thinks he needs pants, in fact he wants pants but none of the conventional types of pants seem to fit just right, so he makes his own pants and is happy that his knees are no longer cold.-fibus