eleven.

duders,
we look pretty mutha-flippin' cool, especially when you can't tell it's us-
teleport:

c'mon.
that's some special operational lightning-strike winter force sh!t.
and that's word.
get a glimpse of what you'll see out your windows when society collapses,
and the activation society rises:

hahaha,
that's craaaaazy talk, neighbors.
stop it.
awwwwwwwww.
i'm mostly foolin', anyway;
.....because you'll never see us coming until it's too late!
*
it says eleven on my calendar page, y'all.
i guess we'll find out if that's accurate or not.
as of right now?
it's friday,
i've got nothing going on,
no appointments on the schedule at the studio,
and i'm freezing.
however,
there IS a box of vegan cupcakes waiting at the tattbomb shop for me.
yeah!
so i will be stuffing my big fat stoopidhead with ALL the frosting, kids.
because too much is the right amount,
without a sugary sprankled treat,
this whole day might be doo-doo buttery.
no way, my ninjas- i'm just not having that;
never quiet, never soft.....