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.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Bus Rider Next to Me

It's so unnecessary the way you spread your legs while sitting in your seat. You're on a jam packed bus full of strangers overflowing onto other seats, and you keep rubbing your thighs against mine as if it's cause the bus turned sharply.

Chicago, IL

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