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Last weekend, the Freakerteam got to party in a town so small that the US government doesn't technically consider it a "town." Welcome to one of the last bonafide "frontier" communities in the Home of the Brave, Land of the Freaks: Republic, Washington.
The grand ol' glory of Washington.
New buds & new duds!
We threw a grilled cheese party for the lovely folks at Honky Tonk Petanque! For those of you who have never played a game of Petanque, you should probably remedy this. Immediately. For those of you who have never heard a Honky Tonk song... that's ok. You will probably survive.
Pictured here is the behind of the wonderful woman who reeled us in to her frontier community. Ladies and gents, I present to you, Kate's Derriere.
Republic has been superfreaked!
And this here is one of the three champions of the Petanque Tournament. Laosy John, also known as Sneezy the Water Buffalo.
Meanwhile, Lauren found a sweet new ride. It matched her tights, and evidently this is excuse enough to attach yourself to a 1967 MG.
For the win, for sure for sure.
Man down ra bam bam bam
And what's the good of being in frontier-lands if you don't make a mini-trek into the woods for some freakfilmops?
P.S. - We're trading in our boxtruck for this little jam. Why you ask?
1. It still runs.
2. It's also the home of a pet-cougar (the animal, not a predatory middle aged woman)
3. We're not actually going to do this, but #1 & #2 are very true stories.
Until tomorrow, stay freaky planet Earf.