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, November 23, 2009

Kleenex Boy

Not only do you blow your nose like a trumpet, but you proceed to look at the snot in the Kleenex afterward. I sit behind you and it's inevitable that everyone sees your own treasured mucus collection. It's disgusting, and that's why no one wants to be your partner in anything.

Chicago, IL

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