I can't stop saying this phrase: LET YOUR FREAK FLAG FLY!
There are variations of it, too. "Am I freakin' you out with my freak flag?" "Let me freak you out with my flag!" "Freaking out with my freak flag flying!"
I don't know why I am saying this. Well, it's probably because I feel so freaky and free these days.
No more bad crazy pills for me. I am free.
(Jack has to deal with me proclaiming all of these... uh, proclamations... so he's a good sport. He also likes sports. A LOT.)
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Churn that butter!
Churn it ferociously!
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