October 10, 2012

There is nothing I hate more than when I throw a tea party for my stuffed animal friends and it suddenly turns into a tempest. I have gotten at least six concussions from getting knocked in the head by a stuffed banana. This explains the wobbly prose. Points lost for lack of Teddy Ruxpin. Points earned back for the end scene channeling the multi-hued aesthetic of the balls at Chuck E. Cheese.

Dial Meg Myers for murder.

See Also:

ZIP: Meg Myers  — Daughter in the Choir EP

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