freddy freaker walked through the front door after a long day of supreme shopping, his 3 bape hoodies hung heavy on his shoulders.
"welcome home dear" a voice came from the kitchen. it was ET, freddy's wife, he was cooking up a meal. that bitch knew his place.
freaker took off his 1st layer of bape and sprawled out on the couch, smoking some epic weed.
"how was shopping?"
"the lines were so long," freddy sighed, "i barely had enough time to buy my 18 supreme shirts for the week"
ET walked into the living room and sat on the couch beside him
"would this help?"
