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.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Slurpie

You sit in front of me and all I see is dandruff on your dirty clothes. Every 3 minutes all I hear is the sound of you slurping up and swallowing the spit you've accumulated in your mouth because you have a cold and have to breathe with your mouth open the whole time.

Chicago, IL

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