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.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Dog Man

I have heard dogs pant quieter than you were breathing. I hope something is medically wrong with you because you looked and sounded perverted and sad just sitting alone trying to eat a hot dog at lunch.

Chicago, IL

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