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

hiya, so uhh, somehow i got scammed(even tho i've been trading half of my life) and not in the mood of creating "tinfoil hat gang" stuff for a while, but hey, ty for reading these cursed stories anyway :D

tinfoil hat gang day 9: As I sat in my tent, trying to warm my hands over the dying campfire, I noticed a chill in the air and saw the trees outsi-chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming

tinfoil hat gang day 8: Many believe that aliens have been secretly controlling the world's supply of cheese, manipulating our snack choices and influencing our decisions to fuel their dairy-based agenda. It's said that the government's "National Mozzarella Reserve" is actually a cover for their extraterrestrial cheese overlords, who have been subtly shaping our taste buds for decades. But what they don't tell you is that the true mastermind behind this intergalactic scheme is none other than a rogue from the planet "Gouda-4."

tinfoil hat gang day 7: im out of creativity, so i'l get a day off, kiyosumi is definetely not being held hostage by mee-hee (c) not MJ