tinfoil hat gang day 26:i made my first tinfoil hat on a rainy evening, convinced it would shield me from neighbour's new Asus ROG Octopus 7 Gaming Router and its mind control beams. as i settled in to watch my favorite paranormal platform "youtube", a mysterious call came through, warning me to “take it off.” ignoring the advice, i suddenly found myself speaking in fluent bing-bong, while my cat stared at me like i completely lost my mind. the next day, i became the town’s peculiar celebrity, forever known as the mf talking to the microwave, all thanks to my shiny headgear.

tinfoil hat gang day 25: as I stood shivering in the thick fog that had suddenly enveloped my village, i could hear my name being whispered from the depths of the darkness, drawing me closer with an eerie allure. curiosity fought against my instincts, and before I knew it, i found myself at the ancient oak tree, its gnarled roots twisting unnaturally as if they had a life of their own. there, embedded in the bark, was a mirror that reflected not my face but a grotesque version of myself; the hollow eyes and sinister grin sent chills down my spine as it beckoned me with a chilling promise of power. I hesitated for just a moment, but the ghostly whispers grew deafening, and as my fingers grazed the shattered edges, the world around me erupted into chaos, and i was pulled into a nightmare, wasabi filled french toasts were raining during that night, and of them fell on my face, burning it

i woke and i got fresh as hell on a monday, i cant go to hell i went to church last sunday, last tuesday i met a model on a runaway, she said she wanna run away with me and hit a highway

tinfoil hat gang day 222:
this is a collect call from "kiyosumi oyasumi saido" an incarcerated individual at mandela county's jail, you may start the conversation now:
guess who's going to jail tonight..
guess who's go..

from now on i identify myself as bubba sawyer jr.
cuz of the way i want to scrape ur face and put it on mine (((imsorry)imnot)imabubbamain)(women fear me fish want me, i dont remember the text)
*scared lebron.png*

tinfoil hat gang day 23: a chance of getting stalked by chris pratt is low, but never zero.
fun fact, your brain is constantly eating itself