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If you have a tv & enjoy watching it... our episode of Shark Tank is re-airing tonight on ABC at 8pm EST! Barbara choose it as her "favorite episode" for Shark Tank Week BECAUSE *WINK* Tune in, freak out! See you on the other side, little chickies!

Autumn is a magical place where dreams come true. Where the grumpy lawyer doesn't have to hide behind a suited mask to be a vampire. Where the little girl who's always wanted to be a scandalous nurse can finally feel accomplished without that pesky institution called "medical school." Where you can live out your secret aspirations without needing a valid explanation. This autumn, our aspirations had something to do with Wu Tang furiously eating pellets. On that note, it is with honor and celebration that we introduce to you the newest member of the Freaker family: GHOST-FACE!

This past weekend we gathered up a buddy, a puppy, and a boxtruck for Raleigh's 4th annual Hopscotch Music Festival! 

Fridays are a day to be celebrated! Sometimes, the week weighs down so heavily upon us, that we forget this fact. Many times, at the end of a week, we need a little something to lift us up by our boot strings!

I said a hip, hop, the hippie the hippie to the hip hip hop and we don't stop at HopScotch. Do your friends and family talk to each other in a secret language about the "recreational arts"?  Are you convinced that they've started a secret society of music appreciation... without you? Do you stay awake at night longing to name-drop bands that they've never heard of? Do you fantasize that these bands are "actually really good, man" and long for the day that you can say "they're just really underground right now."  If you're in need of awesome-ammo, we are here with the solution. Head town to Raleigh town this weekend for the 4th annual HopScotch music festival! The Freaker B-truck will be set up for day parties on both Friday and Saturday! Here's where to find us:

Did you accidentally wear white pants today? Were you that guy? With the passing of Labor Day and summer at a near end, your mistake is somehow unjustifiable. Everybody has a bad day, and we're here to make yours better. Hold on to those long lost summer glory days (of last week) by putting your drinks in suggestive swimwear! For one week only - we'll be throwing in a free Babewatch for every 3 Freakers you buy! That's in addition to our Freaker Sports Bottle Special! So if you order 6 of your favorite styles, you get 2 free Babewatches and a free water bottle! SUMMER LIVES ON, MANG!

There is nothing like the sizzling of some spicy sausages™ on the grill to remind you that summer is drawing to a close. It's not all bad though. Football is about to start again, and a little structure in your life never killed anyone. Looking back, you probably went somewhere. It could have been France, or it could have been that little town with the giant ball of string! Either way, we want to know about it! Also, should you find yourself in the wonderful world that is Savannah, Georgia, be sure to come party with the Freaker Team! They'll be set up on River Street today at noon, and tomorrow at 5! There will be football, Freakers, and fun!.

Little known fact: Labor Day weekend is the byproduct of several holiday-brainstorm sessions. "National Friends-Who-Have-Boats Appreciation Day" sounded too bourgeoise. "Dorm Storm" seemed like a gloomy foreboding. "Holy &!*@- Americans Love Football" already has a day, which is everyday. So Labor Day it was.

Remember the time Bobby Boucher showed up at halftime and the Mud Dogs won the Bourbon Bowl? Oh you don't? Well all you need to know about that game is that water won, specifically, a water boy.

Last week was spent wallowing on the floors of the Mandalay Bay convention center for POOL trade show. We've been floating in space ever since. Here's why:

And then we all did the womp womp womp womp dance. 

We recently confessed that Vin Diesel in 2001 is the most profound philosopher of a generation. In the tradition of paying pilgrimage to your ideological heroes, we travelled into the depths of Los Angeles to be touched by the spirit of mediocre action movies.