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

Supercuts

When you asked me to slouch in the chair, I assumed it was because you were short. You continued to cut my hair while rubbing your fupa up my arms and shoulders. You weren't even looking at my hair while you cut, you just kept smiling at me in the mirror like it was a sick joke. That was a much creepier haircut than the national advertisement implied.

Buffalo, NY

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