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.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Nipple Pincher

I gave you a glass of water because I could see that even when drunk Ritz crackers are tough to eat in bulk. You proceeded to put your arm around me rub my chest then pinch my nipples. Your customs for showing appreciation are foreign to me, but creepy in any culture.

Buffalo, NY

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