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.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Broken Jaw Kid at Hamilton's Bar

I really respect your courage for going out to the bar with your jaw wired shut, but next time refrain from attempting to yell at me to get your point across. I've been picking spittle and food chunks out of my hair for days.

Chicago, IL

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