3-word review: Mother Mother, “Touch Up”
Wait. Is that even a review? Should I have called this “3-Word Directive”? “3-Word Injunction”? “Happy Fun Treehouse”?
Damn. It’s not even a treehouse, is it?
I may need a thesaurus.
And some scotch tape. Maybe some popsicle sticks.
Throw in some sofa cushions and I’ll build you one serious fort, mister!
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I had a point here didn’t I?
Oh yeah.
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Get this album. I’ve listened to it twice in a row this morning and I’m about to take another spin on the merry-go-round.
It’s keeping the kill-kill urges at bay!
