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.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Santa's Lap

My uncle that I never see except like once every 4 years decided to play Santa at our family Christmas party. Of course, I'm still considered part of the kids table so I get a gift from "Santa" aka my drunk uncle. He was adamant about me sitting on his lap until he would give me my gift... yeah, I'm 23. Once I sat on his lap he even said, "that's a good girl..you didn't want to be acting naughty for Santa did you?" Fuuuuck my family.

Chicago, IL

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