PUP – Robot Writes A Love Song
So we sent our robot to write some reviews of it.
Pop, to two decimal places
So we sent our robot to write some reviews of it.
You say Max, we say Mid -- let's shrug the whole thing off...
They said the party's over, then they brought him right back...
Our scale, on the other hand, only goes up to .00000001 billion.
Absolutely nothing...
Summer jams? In THIS climate?
It's Mononymous-Up-And-Coming-Singer-Songwriter O' Clock!
Mayer Straits, I guess?
Low in calorie, high in contoversy...
Video featuring a cameo from Kyiv...