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.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Open Window?

I was walking by your house and I could hear you having sex. Please tell me a window was open because, if not, you must have been seriously fucking screaming. Literally, I guess.

Phoenix, AZ

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