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, December 28, 2009

BrickBreaking

I don't know what's worse: the fact that the guy next to my bathroom stall knew I was playing BrickBreaker or that I answered him when he asked what my high score was.


Boston, MA

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