They're everywhere. Bars, grocery stores, churches. No matter the time, no matter place. And the moment you finally thought it was safe to leave the house, there they were. This time, let 'em have it. This time, let the world know who they really are...on The Creepbook.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Rubber Roommate
My roommate loves rubbing our dog's balls thinking it's funny. Even the dog knows it's fucked up. Chicago, IL
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