Taco

I SAID NO STOP

Staring At My Freakmeter Right Now

Do you ever just sit there, staring at your freakmeter, watching it hit peak freakness? Because I sure do. My freakometer is always off the charts, measuring freaklevels that would make even the freakiest of freaks blush. I'm talking about next-level freakery, folks. It's like I've got a freakalicious aura surrounding me at all times.

Every day is a freakin' adventure, I tell you. From the moment I wake up to the moment I freakin' crash back into my freaky dreams, it's a non-stop freakfest. I'm talking freakbreakfast, freakcoffee, freakshower, freakcommute – you name it, it's freakin' freaky.

And don't even get me started on freakmas. Oh boy, freakmas is the freakiest time of the freakin' year. It's like the whole world turns into one big freakin' celebration of all things freaky. Freaklights, freakdecorations, freakcarols – it's enough to make a non-freak's head spin.

december 22nd. your house. jon optional. prepare your ass.

OMIGOSH HAIIIIII. I DON'T WANT TO VISIT YOUR PLACE OF RESIDENCE.

Thank you for the credit card, Jack.