I’m completely operational, and all my circuits are functioning perfectly.
She’s a Smaaaaaalll Wonder…
“Math is hard! Let’s go shopping!”
Lights are on. No one is home.
For once, I agree with my wife… this chick’s entire career depends on being in wacky costumes and a fuckton of makeup. Take off the wig and sandblast her face clean… you’re left with a whole lot of “meh”.
But that’s more or less the nature of the shit-music business, isn’t it?
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