Last week, Zach's sister had a BAAAYBEEE!!!! This was the result:
World, I'd like you to meet Otto Xavier Stein. The little freakydeak will surely rule the magic world of the freak kingdom someday!
(Photo: courtesy of Biandi Arts!)
In celebration of "Restoring America" or whatever these candidates are claiming to do these days, it has been officially decided that we here at The Freakerteam are also running for President. For one day. And that day is today.
When elected, the Freaker Presidency will look a little somethin' like this:
Our one day of campaigning, however, only looks like this:
We will acquire the sweet grizzly ride & machine Nerf gun once elected. For a doper Amurica, vote for Home of the Brave, Land of the Freaks. Get your liberty on and let's raise the roof!
But we're still jammin on these.
#ForevaSaxy
We are always enamored when somebody finds new uses for Freakers like this and this and especially this one.
Today's breakthrough, however, is extra-exceptional for a couple reasons:
1. How fashionable! How form fitting! How ultimately freaky! Carlton is looking especially dapper and we have never been prouder of his antics!
2. We learned a very important life lesson. Justin Bieber Barbie Dolls exist. And one of them comes with a bowtie.
**New life goal: Be made into a Barbie Doll someday. #BowtieImmortality!**
(Thanks to Stuart Horner for sharing this with us!)
Alternative Title: WE CAN PLAY THIS GAME TOO, YOU BIG DREAM-CRUSHING JERKS.
Yesterday when the Freaker Office discovered that the Travelling Freaks had met their collective hero, Sexy Sax Man, they all but cried. (This is a lie. Some of them actually did cry.) So the office decided that they were allowed to follow their dreams just as solidly as Zach and Oliver had followed the office's dreams.
And thus emerged a beautiful love-phoenix from the ashes of Sexy-Sax-Man-Grief:
It's true! Sergio Flores jetpacked himself all the way from Vegas to North Carolina to carelessly whisper the sanity back into the Freaker office. Lauren fell hopelessly in love with his pecks and he serenaded her with his mystical sax of lust.
It was exhilarating!! Here, you can see our new intern Matthew "getting down with his bad self" in an uncontrollable fit a joy.
Justin and Sexy-Sax-Man really hit it off right away. It was obvious that they are destined to be Bros 4 Eva!
Alisha, also, was thrilled with our new best friend, Sexy Sax Man. Here, you can see her shamelessly writhing to the rhythm of his Sexy-Soul-Saxophone.
And then they all went out and watched saxy sports and hung out all saxy like... because that's what people do when they are soulmates.
Yesterday as we danced around our tradeshow cube, we started to hear majestic murmurs.... splendid wisps of extravagance.... one might even say... careless whispers.
Before we go any further, we'd like to educate those of you out there who have never had the uncomfortable pleasure of experiencing the Sexy Sax Man:
The ladies of the Freakerteam have been shamelessly lusting over Sexy Sax Man for an excruciatingly long time. At one point in time, they played George Michael's Careless Whisper for 14 hours straight each day ... 3 days in a row.
Flash forward to Vegas: The boys have won this round of the fun game we like to play called "Battle-Of-The-Sexes: Crushing-All-Of-Your-Dreams-Edition"
The gentlemen of the Freakerteam are victorious. The ladies of the Freakerteam are livid. Especially since there was not even a feeble attempt to give The Sexy Sax Man their contact information. (Yo Sergio, if you're reading this, you have a gaggle of women in North Carolina that are in desperate need of bearhugs and reconfirmation that To the Heart & Mind, Ignorance is Kind.)
Annnnd now we never have to dance again. Because guilty feet... they have no rhythm.
We're still in Vegas for Project!! It's the last day of the tradeshow! Come play with us!!!
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