happy buhlentine's day, yr never lonely, tinfoil hat gang is with ya
and the government as long as you pay taxes

tinfoil hat gang day 12: as I cast my net into the dark depths of the ocean, I felt an unusual tug that dragged me beneath the surface. When I resurfaced, gasping for air, I was surrounded by the floating corpses of teenage mutant ninja turtles, their eyes wide open in eternal panic. with each wave crashing around me, I could hear their whispers,begging for a pizza slice, forever trapped in this atlantic nightmare.

Will I be 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍?
Is there one 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝?
Starting to 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙
Has it been 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑?

tinfoil hat gang day 11: it was a dark and stormy night when I stepped out of my car to relieve myself in the deserted gas station parking lot, and that's when I saw it - a figure standing by the old, abandoned payphone, its presence illuminated only by the faint moonlight. I tried to brush it off as a trick of the mind, but as I approached the figure, I felt an icy hand wrap around my arm, pulling me towards it. A mysterious person hands me a phone, and all i heard was "I'm calling about your car's extended warranty" As soon as the light illuminated the man standing in front of me, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Jack Sparrow, cpt. Jack Sparrow, with his wobbly walk

one foggy night, I woke up to a series of bizarre creaking sounds echoing from the corners of my room. rubbing the sleep from my eyes, i caught a glimpse of a shadow flitting about just out of focus, moving in a wildly exaggerated sway. couple of seconds later i realized that it was dancing Gangnam Style, its moves synced to an eerie music that echoed in my mind. suddenly, it turned and shouted, “Bring back the tin foil hat gang!” before breaking into a frantic shimmy that sent my collection of hats flying off the shelf, revealing an underwhelming stash of dusty old hats. so yea tin foil hat gang day 10!

buh