Hypothetical Situation:
An unknown assailant with a penchant for women's underwear, cheap booze, and electronic equipment has not only maxed your Visa but spent the rent monies as well. Basically, you're fucked. Your mind is racing. Fire sale. Garage sale. Whatever. Only...and except you haven't anything of value. Erm, well, except for them there CDs. You're getting hungry and a tear wells up in your eye. Then you smile and think to yourself, "the Zutons." There. That wasn't so bad. But now, after five minutes and realizing the second and third and fourth CDs you've got to part with isn't going to be so easy.

The Worst CDs In Your Collection...and don't stop "selling" cd's until it begins to really, really hurt. Tell us where you draw the line and would rather go hungry!