Listen to SoMo’s self-titled album. Condoms sold separately.
Think you’re ready to go all the way? Then start picking out baby names or (better yet) two forms of contraception when you take a listen to the seriously soulful, sinfully sexy R&B/soul-pop crooner’s debut album, which sounds like D’Angelo, Drake, Usher and Miguel convened to create this tall glass of Texas tea. (Except SoMo’s abs could send Usher back down to the mat for a few extra rounds of bicycle crunches. HaLOWW!)
Those of you not ready to have someone call you “Mom” for the rest of your life? Might we suggest listening to SoMo solo? (No judgement, no shame, and whatever — everybody does it). It’s the easiest way to not get pregnant, unless the sound of a man’s voice can fertilize your willing loins. Just shut the door (maybe put a scrunchie on the doorknob to let your roommates know it’s go-time) and let you (and SoMo) do you while you listen to songs like…
“XXXtreme Booty Jam”
Whoops. We meant…
“We Can Make Love”
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