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, December 1, 2009
Roommate's Balls
I was ok with you just wearing boxers around the house, but you just sat next to me spread eagle and your balls just flopped out. Time's up, put some fucking pants on. Chicago, IL
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