This album is like finding out your second favorite baseball team lost an early regularly season game.
This album is like stubbing your toe on a beanbag chair.
This album is like having a breakfast sandwhich from Burger King.
This album is like getting a B- as a final grade for a class and your parents going “well that’s not too bad I guess, try harder next term honey!”.
This album is like waking up 20 minutes before your alarm is supposed to go off.
This album is listed on the WWF’s endangered species list, but doesn’t have any danger signification next to it because it’s not quite there yet.
This album is like gathering your whole family to go to Olive Garden, then realizing Olive Garden isn’t actually that good, but you get unlimited salad and breadsticks so it’s w/e.
This album is that B student kid at your middle school who really liked dinosuars but never spoke in class and became a gas station attendant at Arco.
When you buy this album it comes with one free, unscented, plain red sticker.
If this album were a country it would be Latvia.
This album is like if pudding tasted like tapioca.
This album is like finding out the co-creator of the Simpsons died last year.
This album is like buying adderall off the street, using it 3 times, then pitching it because it’s “not your thing” and you don’t want to get in trouble.
This album was certainly an album I listened to and can’t really comment on any further other than making up mediocre roasts that sound like they came from a 19 year old’s twitter page. Could be worse.