As I was twittering yesterday, I found out Freya had decided to make a cake for her mother's birthday. Since I was starving and in need of companionship, I decided to put my skiis on and trek over to her casa in Bird's Hill. It was a lovely night however cross country skiing on Hwy 59 is not the best idea in the dark. At any rate, 5.5 hours later, I arrived at my destination, it was about quarter to six in the morning and to my surprise I heard some extremely strange noises coming from her backyard. I climbed the fence and saw Freya in her new pajamas doing some really weird shit by her pool. I started recording immediately. I always knew something was different about her.
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i c what u did there
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