Fatal Attraction

So, I went to the Record Store yesterday.  Yes, Yes, I know it's not the 15th yet, but I am trying to make a decent compilation and I cannot find anything I want to put on it.  So I went out to my favorite place in town and the guy that I like (not  like like) was working.  He's a really nice guy, isn't too pretentious unlike most record store employees, and is geniunely helpful.  So we get talking about new bands and then he asks "Hey, have you heard Clap your hands and say yeah?  They're coming in a few weeks.  Have you heard their album yet?".  So I say "Yeah, man!  I really like they're album, I'm listening to it right now in the car!"  And then.....he asks "You have the album?  Where'd you get it from?"....oh shit, do I tell him I cheated on him?....well I am not good at lying....so I say "ummm, I found a copy at my house, it may be roommates..."  What. The. Fuck. I'm almost thirty years old and the best excuse i could think of was "i found it".....for fuck sake.