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.
Showing posts with label International. Show all posts
Showing posts with label International. Show all posts

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Big Kid in Window

You were standing in your window in only your boxers and Timberland boots. And I'm fairly certain you were wearing your shirt on your head. Why?

Rome, Italy
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Christie

I woke up in the middle of the night to you straddling my ass and giving me a back rub. Thank God I sleep on my stomach. And how the fuck did you get in my room anyways?

Rome, Italy
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Ned

Dancing was fun until you licked my face. I never thought I'd weigh the pro's and con's of bleaching my cheek to feel clean again.

Rome, Italy
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