<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157</id><updated>2011-07-14T20:39:20.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy|Comics</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Of or producing a sensation of uneasiness or fear, as of things crawling on one's skin: a creepy feeling; a creepy story...or just &lt;/i&gt; 
 &lt;b&gt; :D &lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt; will do.&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-95675034</id><published>2003-06-14T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T22:41:58.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deeface could be seen sitting atop a large basket on the northern shores of Ireland. Her days of chasing Brad were long over...or were they... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood outside his hut in London. Her network of crooks discovered that Brad was going to be in London for a month of school at the University. This was pure bliss. So close, yet so far away...yet attainable. How she was going to swim the ocean to get to her precious one. Her only.&lt;br /&gt;When she slithered her way to the shore of England, she hitched a ride on a pig truck and proceeded to inform on proper care for pigs to the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pigs can orgasm up to 30 minutes...and they also like to eat...food." She told the hairy fat pig farmer, to which he replied, "Did you know that I have sex with my pigs and I like to eat deefaces?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D was repulsed and leaped out of the moving truck, tuck &amp; rolled into the ditch where she met a lepracauhn. "Hello green one, aren't you supose to be in Ireland?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why yes I am...your a cunt" and he disapeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  *  *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When :D finally got to London, she climbed up to the room that Brad was supose to be in and found that he was standing by the door, very still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Brad, you knew I was comming right, you want to take me on a night out on the town..then take me in your strong arms and make love to me all night long while we sing songs about our love..." :D said softly, and she reached out towards the stock-still figure of brad...which wasn't brad at all..but a mere cardboard cutout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew she was comming.&lt;br /&gt;He fled.&lt;br /&gt;far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CURSES!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-95675034?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/95675034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/95675034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95675034' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-93495708</id><published>2003-04-29T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T19:29:58.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face=Verdana size=-1&gt;Yes, folks, I'm still alive, and look for me to start providing more DeeFace news for these next weeks, because I'll be bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DeeFace Sighted in Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brawi.com/DHills.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the hills are alive with the sound of DeeFace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-93495708?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/93495708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/93495708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93495708' title=''/><author><name>Bradwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12541209463493219096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-93268738</id><published>2003-04-25T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T19:41:37.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/bbilly%20bibbit/deefaceeatbrad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I updated. muaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-93268738?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/93268738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/93268738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93268738' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-91028440</id><published>2003-03-19T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T21:01:32.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/bbilly%20bibbit/bushluvskd.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-91028440?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/91028440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/91028440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91028440' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-90790629</id><published>2003-03-15T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T23:42:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay.&lt;br /&gt;I finally changed the frickin layout...for now...until I find a pretty green one for spring time.&lt;br /&gt;I havent been creepy latley... and Brad is too busy doing whatever he has been up too... so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;And the person that has been posting the retarded Avril and "punk" comments on the side is friggin retarded.It's obvious its one person, commenting over and over again because of the log. YOU ARE RETARDED! If your going to be an idiot, at least plan out your stupidness wisely.  So here is a picture for the tard that has nothing better to do then post stupid comments on this stupid site when they could prolly be jacking off or flicking their bean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/Herdoll.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is prolly what they look like. A FUCKING RETARD WITH A FANNY PACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-90790629?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/90790629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/90790629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90790629' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-89882877</id><published>2003-02-27T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T23:49:13.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/O/Ozmavul/1046403169_zesparadee.jpg" border="0" alt="para"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are PARACHUTE!DeeFace :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ozmavul/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20DEEFACE%20are%20you%3F%20%3AD/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of DEEFACE are you? :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-89882877?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/89882877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/89882877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89882877' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-89219748</id><published>2003-02-16T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T23:09:36.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A haiku, by me.&lt;br /&gt;Haikus are pretty stupid.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-89219748?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/89219748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/89219748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89219748' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-89054510</id><published>2003-02-13T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T17:02:48.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/kamui/1044154325_izzeseomer.gif" border="0" alt="too long i wanted my sister"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, if you can't keep it in your pants, at least&lt;br&gt;you're keeping it in the family. Hopefully,&lt;br&gt;Grima will call the cops on you once he gets to&lt;br&gt;Isengard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kamui/quizzes/What%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20engrish%20subtitle%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Lord of the Rings engrish subtitle are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-89054510?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/89054510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/89054510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89054510' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-89016068</id><published>2003-02-13T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T00:14:24.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/deefaceinternet.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt; :D &lt;/font&gt; is up to her old trick again...eating the Internet...my goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-89016068?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/89016068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/89016068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89016068' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-88996908</id><published>2003-02-12T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T17:40:57.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This site is hilarious... &lt;a href="http://www.theofficersclub.com/rotkpo/index.shtml"&gt;Return of the King Protest&lt;/a&gt; bahaha.. there making fun of &lt;a href="http://www.twotowersprotest.org/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site... *dies laughing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-88996908?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88996908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88996908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88996908' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-88809263</id><published>2003-02-09T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T14:40:01.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He is indeed, so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/cast068_photo.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-88809263?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88809263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88809263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88809263' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-88726257</id><published>2003-02-07T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T16:47:39.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="B56B93"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucinda Handwriting"&gt;HEY ACTRESS WITH AN ATTRACTIVE JAW LINE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for that oxymoron....&lt;br /&gt;but seriously folks... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/nicechin.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My French and English teacher (worst chin ever) of 9th grade pales considirably next to Carrie-Ann-Moss who is that chick in the Matrix movies with the REALLY FLAT ASS.... &lt;br /&gt;I heard she started her career out as a model... why....dear God why.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that no one offers her a job after the new Matrix movies come out.. shes soooooo BAD! Like...wow, DEEFACE could be a better actress then HER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-88726257?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88726257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88726257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88726257' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-88691312</id><published>2003-02-07T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T00:58:02.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sneesabesel, where aree youu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sneesabesel....gaymaninitius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIANT COW COCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-88691312?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88691312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88691312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88691312' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-88633416</id><published>2003-02-06T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T00:46:13.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this cool Lord of the Rings trading card... it's a  :D one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/deefacegollum.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-88633416?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88633416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88633416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88633416' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-88505598</id><published>2003-02-03T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T21:05:57.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/deefacecorky.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Corky from  " Life Goes On."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: look closely)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-88505598?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88505598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88505598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88505598' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-88442201</id><published>2003-02-02T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T17:09:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay... I made some banners.  One for Creepy Comics, and the other for my new site, Anigav. tee tocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://creepycomics.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/creepycomicsbanner.gif" alt="CreepyComics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/agnusandrei/index2.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/Anigavvanner.gif" alt="Anigav" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-88442201?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88442201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88442201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88442201' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-88354780</id><published>2003-01-31T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T19:56:17.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/Wallpapers/podellicc.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-88354780?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88354780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88354780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88354780' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-88194283</id><published>2003-01-28T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T22:32:04.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/boosh.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-88194283?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88194283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88194283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88194283' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-88066978</id><published>2003-01-26T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T18:51:36.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now for : FUN WITH TRANSLATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;[ FRANCAIS! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; " Mon chien a des vers de bande qu'ils ressemblent au riz." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means, translated into english: &lt;b&gt;My dog has worms of tape which they resemble rice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"J'ai juste mangé beaucoup de bourrage. Il m'a bourré au point où je pourrais poop il hors d'entier. Mon chat mâle aime monter mon autre chat mâle... qu'ils sont des homosexuels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means, translated into english: &lt;b&gt;I just ate much stuffing. It stuffed me at the point where I could poop it out of entirety. My male cat likes to assemble my other male cat... which they are the homosexual ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-88066978?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88066978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88066978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88066978' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-88022701</id><published>2003-01-25T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T16:48:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="7"&gt; HI! I'M BRIAN FELLOWS! THAT BIRD IS WEIRD!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-88022701?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88022701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/88022701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88022701' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-87981362</id><published>2003-01-24T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T18:23:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess who's going to England....toooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/bigdee.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-87981362?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87981362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87981362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87981362' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-87756014</id><published>2003-01-20T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T20:12:09.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="carrie"&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic"&gt;CAUGHT IN THE ACT!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/oandb.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-87756014?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87756014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87756014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87756014' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-87705341</id><published>2003-01-19T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T21:26:43.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="00C000"&gt;&lt;font face="westminster"&gt;HISS!   DeeFace is jealous!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/arewn.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-87705341?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87705341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87705341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87705341' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-87560534</id><published>2003-01-16T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T19:08:22.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="C000C0"&gt;&lt;font face="impact"&gt;NEWS FLASH::. DeeFace Campground Opens!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; :D&lt;/font&gt;  has opened her very own camp ground in the regions of &lt;b&gt;'G&lt;/b&gt;iner &lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;eights, Michigan. [where-ever that is, I could not tell you. But a guess is that it is some wheres close to Michigan State University.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When interviewed about her new Campground; which is named  "Camp DeeCreepy"&lt;i&gt;[she says it's 'french']&lt;/i&gt; , she had a few things to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; " This campground will inspire thousands of campers to go camping for long periods of time. Why do you ask? Because you can tell your parents you are going camping for like a week....but in actuality  , you are spying on guys that you have been stalking since 10th grade! There are some excellent guides that I have hired to help young women who attend the camp to locate their targeted male soul-mate and peek at them, when they think they are not being peeked at."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; :D&lt;/font&gt; then showed me a cool map of the campground, and showed me the wooden signs that she carved herself to help people in the camp area get around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/deecamping.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campground also has an excellent camping-center in the middle of the grounds where you can call home on the nice pay phones, send faxes, use the internet or go to the photo-imaging center of the building where young enthusiasts can take a picture of their male soul mates that happen to be in the picture with another female [ which the Dee Campers like to call "Devil-loving-evil-girls"]  and edit the picture so it looks like THEY are the ones in the picture with the male. Here is an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/deebrad.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my interview, I was very derranged for about a week and I vomited on my pink yarn made booties. I do not reconmend anyone going here, not unless your name is Leesuh or Bo Seafus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-87560534?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87560534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87560534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87560534' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-87400783</id><published>2003-01-13T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T23:49:50.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Dood that plays Agent Smith in the Matrix movies broke his pinki finger so he couldnt take his professional pictures for the new up-and-comming Matrix movie "Reloaded" so &lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="ddo1o1"&gt;&lt;font face="Helvetica"&gt;:D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; decided to take his place for the photoshoot, hoping to get Brad's attention since he likes to sit in his room and wick it to the part where Keanu Reeves is in the vhat of goo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/deematrix.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I, me, and myself have gotten a new tattoo and a new piercing that I am quite fond of. The tattoo is on my right forearm and it is in Elvish (yes it's a real language too...shmeeeegole) it says "You are a large pink donkey cock, and &lt;a href="http://wilsux.blogspot.com"&gt;Wil Wheaton&lt;/a&gt; likes you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/tattppp.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my piercing....is , welll... creepy. But it's cool and i get strange looks from people who are probably thinking " Hey, nice ball on your face...freak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/pierced.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad had ass sex with a 60 year old man with boobies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-87400783?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87400783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87400783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87400783' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-87074125</id><published>2003-01-07T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T15:13:51.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;font color="#rh3j39s"&gt; Carrie's going to IOWA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy!!! be back next week.... ass rapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/deedee.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-87074125?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87074125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87074125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87074125' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-87046870</id><published>2003-01-07T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T01:09:02.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this picture and thought it was creepy....so I made it creepy and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/elrondknows.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-87046870?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87046870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87046870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87046870' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-87043920</id><published>2003-01-06T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T00:12:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#80FF80"&gt;&lt;font face="OCR A Extended"&gt;Indeed, what have I done...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/jesskaslash.gif" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/carrieslash.gif" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Jimmy Fallon Loves Shmeeeegooooleeee&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I am creepy.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....I thought this was kinda creepy too.... especially because my mom sent it to me in an e-mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.henry.martinez.net/misc/femaleorshemale.htm"&gt;Female or Shemale?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. this site is AWSOME. I got a 12 outta 16. hehehe. I know my shemales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. and now...&lt;br /&gt;FRENCH LESSON FOR THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"J'ai entendu le fart de la mère de Jesska!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which translates into english as: "I heard the wax of the mother of Jesska!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which really meant that I heard Jesskas mom fart. but oh well. bahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-87043920?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87043920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/87043920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87043920' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86988501</id><published>2003-01-05T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T22:38:42.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#D4911C"&gt;&lt;font face="ariel"&gt;:D goes to Lothlorien!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/gifts.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86988501?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86988501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86988501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86988501' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86938374</id><published>2003-01-04T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T18:52:46.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="ddo1o1"&gt;&lt;font face="impact"&gt;Where's DeeFace?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/wheresdeeface.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86938374?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86938374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86938374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86938374' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86910478</id><published>2003-01-04T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T01:00:23.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just thought that every creepy person should know &lt;a href="http://wilsux.blogspot.com"&gt;T H I S &lt;/a&gt; Muahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86910478?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86910478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86910478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86910478' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86812185</id><published>2003-01-01T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T23:12:57.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;What Gandalf the Grey ACTUALLY had to defeat--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/BalrogGandalf.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have pissed my robe, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86812185?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86812185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86812185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86812185' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86768965</id><published>2002-12-31T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T20:15:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I had the chance to genetically create a creature of anything that I desired... it would have to be of the &lt;b&gt;Douche Tape'&lt;/b&gt; [pronouced: Douche Top-aye]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Douche Tape' was created from the mind of Jesska Christie in High School, Geometry class, 2 long years ago. Me and Jesska were doing our assignment&lt;strike&gt;drawing stupid pictures&lt;/strike&gt; when Jesska decided to be really random and create the Tape'.  It is a most interesting creature, and someday...it will be real.. oh yes.. indeed. Along with "Da Humpar" which is another story altogether,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/douchetape.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86768965?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86768965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86768965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86768965' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86607570</id><published>2002-12-27T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T20:31:51.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS   &lt;a href="http://www.geocties.com/creepycomix/Creepy.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  TALKING! I FOUND YOUR WEBSITE CARRIE AND BRAAAAAD&lt;strike&gt;my love&lt;/strike&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK YOU ARE SOOOooooOOOooo FUNNY! WELL GUESS WHAT, BRAD&lt;strike&gt;will be mine&lt;/strike&gt; AND CARRIE....I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU ALL PAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, I FOUND THIS PICTURE AND DECIDED TO POST IT BECAUSE IT SHOWS YOU HOW  MUCH BRAD REALLY &lt;b&gt;DOES&lt;/b&gt; LOVE MEEEE! BECAUSE I AM EVERYWHERE !!! EEeEeevvverrrryyyyywhhhhereeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/thegangg.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86607570?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86607570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86607570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86607570' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86563861</id><published>2002-12-26T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T20:02:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Kerrington made an interesting CREEPY COMIC story, with the use of her friend Jesska, a web-cam, and a Snape, Picard and Spock action figures....&lt;br /&gt;too see this wonderful story, please click &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/funnieones/carrieandjesska.html"&gt; H E R E !&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86563861?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86563861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86563861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86563861' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86467802</id><published>2002-12-24T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T23:09:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Johnathan Frakes would like you all to acknowledge something....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/sofat.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86467802?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86467802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86467802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86467802' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86454949</id><published>2002-12-23T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T18:46:29.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; Is a HUGE fan of  T.J. Hooker, and so therefore got a picture of herself and good 'ol Tj from the museum of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creepy Cardboard Cutouts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/lmfao.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The :D-CAM caught  &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/creepycomix/Creepy.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ice-skating on Brad's drive way&lt;strike&gt;because  it isn't &lt;b&gt;slippery&lt;/b&gt; or anything &gt;:[ &lt;/strike&gt; and quickly ran away once the local authorities were called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/TheDeeAnimation.gif" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86454949?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86454949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86454949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86454949' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86454192</id><published>2002-12-23T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T18:22:31.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brawicom is proud to present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brawi.com/DStory.html"&gt;DeeFace: A Graphic Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86454192?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86454192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86454192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86454192' title=''/><author><name>Bradwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12541209463493219096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86446694</id><published>2002-12-23T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T15:01:59.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Deefacemas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from the great &lt;br&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to wish everyone a happy and safe Christmas...especially to Brad because he's such a nice boy &lt;strike&gt;and i want to fondle his uglies&lt;/strike&gt; and he looks good in the green and red sweater &lt;strike&gt;that i knitted for him but he doesn't know that&lt;/strike&gt; that I bought for him from GAP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/snodee.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us....every&lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86446694?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86446694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86446694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86446694' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86296556</id><published>2002-12-19T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T20:32:05.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/husmbwee.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . ....um.....gei?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86296556?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86296556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86296556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86296556' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86142753</id><published>2002-12-16T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T21:18:23.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Run away Billy!Run awayyyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/Billydee.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86142753?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86142753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86142753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86142753' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86141082</id><published>2002-12-16T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T20:42:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'twas the eve of the year two thousand and three, and :D was upset.  For her love, Bradley, was gone.  He told her that he was off to destroy the One Ring, but actually, he was just hiding from her far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So :D got into her boat and left Creepy DeeFace Land to search for Brad.  The DeeFace Tracker caught a glimpse of her here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brawi.com/DRings.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86141082?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86141082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86141082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86141082' title=''/><author><name>Bradwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12541209463493219096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-86013933</id><published>2002-12-14T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T22:12:26.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what is REALLY FRICKIN CREEPY!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan. Peter Pan is really creepy because he wears green tights and flys......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-86013933?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86013933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/86013933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86013933' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-85919578</id><published>2002-12-12T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T19:20:35.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;  .... I guess :D think's it's funnie to go around and change all the Star Trek Nemesis posters for her own bidding.. what a cock-slut &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/nemdee.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-85919578?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85919578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85919578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85919578' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-85680724</id><published>2002-12-08T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T10:30:33.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finals week has begun at Michigan State University, and Brad is nowhere to be found!  Is he studying?  Is he hiding from :D?  Or is he mixing both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D will find him!  She has been sighted around MSU library, looking for clues.  We caught this on the Dee-Face-Cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brawi.com/LibraryD.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help those innocent women!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-85680724?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85680724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85680724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85680724' title=''/><author><name>Bradwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12541209463493219096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-85522843</id><published>2002-12-05T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T00:27:38.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Kerrington Tea Time writes a creepy story."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Sandle on the Hill.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Enya, the Irish/Celtic singer decided that she was going to invoke her spirit and travel back in time to 1834. When she arrived, she found herself in Romania.&lt;br /&gt;"Why is thee in Romania,I ask thee-self." Enya...asked herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bagan to walk up a green hill that was litered with pink flowers, when she stumbled upon a sleeping man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to disturb the man, she threw her purple cape on and decided to crawl along the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wheaut the heller yew doin...laydayy." The man said as he propped himself on his elbows. She had obvioulsy woken the man up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thee is crawling on thine green earth so as not to disturb you, oh man of the hill." Enya replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Enya noticed the man was wearing a hat made out of a dead Ostrich carcass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh goodness thee! What has thine done to that Ostrich! You foul swine!" Enya cried to the heavens and then looked at the man with a fierce glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Screw you, this Ostrich died of natural causes...she was...my Loo-var." said the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...well too bad...give me that bird-hat so that I may invoke the spirit of the Ostrich with my o0o0o0o ahahhh music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way man! This Ostrich came all the way from Zimbabwe... it is an EXOTIC BIRD HIZAT!" the man said...who was now standing up and slowly moving away from the offending creepy lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Givvee theee hattt tewww Ennnyaa... ennnvookkeeeee ENVOKE!" Enya cried, twiddling her finigers at the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before she reached the man, there was a light blast from a little ways up the hill and a figure stood in it's place after the light vanished. The firgure started running down the hill twoards Enya and leaped upon her, then biting her arm in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Enya screamed. She looked up and saw that it was Al Bundy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Al Bundy! He's going to kill me and eat me and store my remains in the freezer!" Enya cried out to the man with the Ostrich hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! You got it wrong... I am Al Bundy... from that T.V show..." Said the man that was ontop of Enya, who was gnawing on her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your stupid! Eat my ass Enya!" Cried Al Bundy as he choked Enya with some butt-beads that he pulled out of the Ostrich hats ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Al Bundy threw down the dead body of Enya, a sandle rolled out of her robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wrote this story for a little contest on this cool new site I found that I love.... &lt;a href="http://www.mewing.net"&gt;Mewing.net&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It funnie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-85522843?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85522843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85522843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85522843' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-85520374</id><published>2002-12-04T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T23:26:19.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sware I answered this honestly and its really creepy cuz its soo true. Star Trek before friends! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/simpsons/comic.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/simpsons.htm"&gt;What &lt;br /&gt;    lesser-known Simpsons character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Brought to you by the good folks at &lt;a href="http://www.sacwriters.com"&gt;sacwriters.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-85520374?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85520374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85520374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85520374' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-85497324</id><published>2002-12-04T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T15:02:06.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this girl in a few of my classes and she looks exactly like Sheri Oteri... I think that is pretty creepy, and is worth mentioning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-85497324?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85497324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85497324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85497324' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-85363143</id><published>2002-12-02T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T00:32:41.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Along with the majority of college students, Bradwick headed back to school today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D had her glimpse of Brad at the bar...and she had forgot how much her beefy loins lusted for his lanky form, she wanted to pull him between her legs and grind on him until daybreak.  She had to follow him back to MSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she underestimated the problems of traffic.  Our Dee-Face-Tracker found this image of her on I-75, frantically chasing after Bradwick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brawi.com/DTraffic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for traffic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-85363143?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85363143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85363143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85363143' title=''/><author><name>Bradwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12541209463493219096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-85275465</id><published>2002-11-29T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T20:39:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-sing to the theme of the beverly hillbillies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;There once was a sun, who's name was FaceDee&lt;br /&gt;She liked to stalk the mooOoOooOonnn very gleefullyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, as she was commin over the hilllssss....&lt;br /&gt;The moon was gone, he had passed out on sleeping pillllzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite Aide Brand...that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/bimm.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-85275465?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85275465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85275465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85275465' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-85243650</id><published>2002-11-29T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T02:01:05.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Picture Book..... 10 dollars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12x20 Ebony Frame.... 120 dollars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autographed Picture of Fred Durst....50 cents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;Mona-Her&lt;/b&gt;.....&lt;i&gt;priceless...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imgmag.net/images/kerrington/monaHER.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-85243650?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85243650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85243650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85243650' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-85239211</id><published>2002-11-28T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T23:35:45.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom sent me &lt;a href="http://www.broenink-art.nl/maukie.swf"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; in an e-mail... it's cute but it's one of those creepy things that your mom would e-mail to you because all mothers like to send their children creepy things in e-mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-85239211?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85239211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85239211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85239211' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-85141530</id><published>2002-11-26T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T22:02:57.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;CREEPINESS ALERT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!! Finally something reallly creepy happened to me yesterday. I forgot all about it until I was writting something on &lt;a href="http://woolgat.blogspot.com"&gt;Woolgatty&lt;/a&gt;...then I remembered. So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was at college. I decided to sit in this little room where they have a few tables and a snack machine and a balcony on the outside where you can go and smoke your cancer sticks. So, as I was sitting there...this girl from my sculpture class comes in. My most immediate  thought was " Oh my god...shes going to say hi to me...then say something about my mosaic-sculpture and then say some creepy compliment to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Lo... she did. Here is pretty much what was said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Hiiiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3 second silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: So, I saw your tiles turned out! Are you pissed because some of them cracked?&lt;br /&gt;Me: no, it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Awwwwwwww!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (oh my god go away)&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. I SWARE TO GOD these are her next EXACT words... I am NOT kidding...sooo creepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Your the reason why I come to sculpture class! because I wanna make cool sculptures just like you! *creepy-almost loving smile at Carrie* You make such neat stuff! I want to make tiles just like you!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (shoot me.... oh my god....let me dieeee...)  Oh, hahahaha...thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the girl proceeds to go out onto the balcony and smoke. As soon as she is out the door I bolt for the saftey of the classroom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity me... pleeaasseee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all... I know I posted something else about her... like I think it was the 2nd day of sculpture class when we were in the library and she sat next to me and was all like " You have such pretty hair and you have that pretty little face and you look just like my cousin Erica" OUT OF FRICKIN NO WHERE! I think I posted that around Aug or early Sept. sooo creepy. She is my stalker... I have one tooo!! yayyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...isn't that creepy? Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you wanna know what else is pretty creepy? Is Leonard Nimoy singing " The Ledgend of Bilbo Baggins"  .... I have NO words to say, except....wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-85141530?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85141530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85141530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85141530' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-85038017</id><published>2002-11-24T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T23:36:16.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken out in a dorm hallway...He has gone soooo downhill. It always happens to the bright young ones that want to lead healthy lives in hopes to be a good college student...but it's always Beer that is their downfalls....as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/drunkpeeface.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-85038017?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85038017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/85038017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85038017' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-84936204</id><published>2002-11-22T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T14:16:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel extra star-trekkie-creepy today, so I thought I would apply this to today's creepy post of the DeeFace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The character of Sarek, Spocks father, was indeed NOT played by Mark Lenard, but :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/sarekdeeface.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not many people notcied, but DeForest Kelly wasn't able to play his role of Dr. McCoy for one show because he was sick, but they had :D cover for him. When they aired it, many people died instantly while looking at their TV's, so to make sure this never happened again, they just cut out a picture of Mr. Kelly's face and taped it over the film. But I was able to find the origional and share it with all of you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/tosdeeface.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This was taken by the undercover :DArmy that is keeping tabs on :D. As you can see, she is trying to get revenge on WilWheaton because she knows Brad hates him so she is trying to "get" him....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/WIL.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And this is just a picture that I found that was quite easy on the eyes... if you know what I mean...*hur hur hur*&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/spocko.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what a secksee bitch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh.... and in exactly one month from today I will be 20!! yayyyy!! I'm old. bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-84936204?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84936204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84936204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84936204' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-84849412</id><published>2002-11-20T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T22:18:11.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe... I found this cool site...&lt;a href="http://geocities.com/boobooslunch/namegame.htm"&gt;COOL SITE&lt;/a&gt;.... It's kinda scary how accurate this is but I think its just a stroke of luck bwahaha...but I thought I would share it with ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KERRINGTON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From the Greek root meaning "Licker of Toads" &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington does terrible things to small animals with staplers.&lt;br /&gt;(so!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington has a thing for gay men.&lt;br /&gt;(wow...thats creepily true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington likes sheep a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;(I prefer goats actully....:P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington is prone to obsession.&lt;br /&gt;(Hmmm...that sounds about right, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington runs from commitment.&lt;br /&gt;(more like it runs from me. hahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington brushes their teeth with chedder cheese.&lt;br /&gt;(bahahaha....cheese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington has delusions of grandeur&lt;br /&gt;( what are you talking about? I am GRAND!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington gets aroused by their reflection.&lt;br /&gt;(shhhhh....:B )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that was funnie. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-84849412?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84849412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84849412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84849412' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-84824800</id><published>2002-11-20T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T22:54:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote a song about HER today... so I thought I would go ahead and post it. I wrote it in Government class. TEE!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for those of you who do not have any clue what "HER" is.... I shall explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her, was a girl...or rather should I say, a woman who came to my high school when i was in the 11th grade. Her's real name was Marsha. But we did not know that, so we called her Her. What made Her so special was the fact that Her was 25 years old and in the 10th grade. Her could not help this because she was in special Ed...and had the mind compacity of a 11 year old. That's what we were told anyways. We heared many stories of why Her was 25 and in the 10th grade. One story was that she has been in prison for a long time because she set fire to her house and killed her parents. I believe this to be a false statement but was quite amusing at the time. I don't know anything else about Her's past except these few simple quotes from Her's own mouth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was raped... it took me a WHOLE year to get over it!"&lt;br /&gt;"I had smacks this morning for breakfast...."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to be a model."&lt;br /&gt;"Im going to be a photographer"&lt;br /&gt;"When I got my hair cut, the lady said I look like Meg Ryan"&lt;br /&gt;"When i grow up Im going to be Meg Ryan"  (this comming from a 25 year old, you would think she was grown up...apparently not to the untrained eye...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her was fun to make fun of...but it was good because she had NO idea that we would think she was creepy. She was creepy in many ways, like one time me, my friend Amy and Brad were waiting in the lunch line in 2001 (Her was 26 by this time) and Her came right up behind Amy to wait...but she got right up behind Amy...she was pretty much spooning Amy...and Amy freaked out. it was funnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her decided that she liked me and my group of friends. So every lunch period, she would come to the bench that we sat on til the next class and stand by us...or infront of us. We didn't invite her...so it was very creepy. To make matters worse, she decided that we were her good friends, and this happened because my friends Jesska and Amy would egg her on asking her stupid questions (but they were funnie) like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Marsha...you really DO look like Meg Ryan." and her would go on and on about how Meg Ryan was cool. The next week she said she looked like julia roberts....&lt;br /&gt;"Sing for us Marsha"   and she would.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a boyfriend?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which that last question reminds me of something she said on the School Bus... because me and Jesska had to ride on this bus and Her was on it too. Her said that she had a fiancee' who was from France....and that she had two kids. And that after she graduates, she is moving to France....Then she got off at Humming Bird Haven, the adult foster care she lived at.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we felt bad for her....she was kinda like our child....but a child we would laugh at because she was so FUCKING RANDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I will explain Her's physical apperance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5'4   prolly 190 pounds... skinny on the top, wide on the bottom....short short brown hair that was never brushed well, huge grandmother glasses that enhanced her eyes to 5 times the size they actually are...always wore some form of striped shirt and brown stretchy sturrup pants....and a fanny pack....and we cannot forget the PomPom socks. &lt;br /&gt;Her greatly resembled some kind of bird...  her nose was very bird-like...and with the huge eyes her glasses made, she would resemble a strangled baby eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What every one must know is:  "THE HER STANCE"   The Her Stance is a strategy that Her used to let everyone know that she was going to stay put in one particular spot for a small or long amount of time.... I will now describe how the Her Stance is activated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her finds a spot...mostly close to someone to make them feel uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;2. Her then swings her book bag over her shoulder and hooks her thumbs on the straps to make sure it stays in place&lt;br /&gt;3. Her releases her tendons in her knees....&lt;br /&gt;4. When the tendons release...her knees pop backward to give it that Alien effect that make's it look like Her's legs were put on backwards.&lt;br /&gt;5. Her then fiinishes it off with a blank stare and a short-burst of laughter that sounds like this " AH HA !HA! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, we have The Her Stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her finally graduated this year, 2002 at the spitting young age of 27. I hope Her finds all that she is looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that everything is explained... I will post my Ballad that I wrote for Her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ballad of Her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl I use to know.&lt;br /&gt;She was a Her.&lt;br /&gt;Her liked to play with the white, clean snow.&lt;br /&gt;Her was a girl we all use to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was one thing that Hers always 'cravin,&lt;br /&gt;It's to be sitting saftly at home, in Her's Humming Bird Haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Her, Her, Her&lt;br /&gt;Where has Her been?&lt;br /&gt;What has Her seen?&lt;br /&gt;What has Her done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her has been to Chicago, looking at the naked statues,&lt;br /&gt;Her has seen Her reflection in the mirror, then saying Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;Her has done many retarded things, like humping Amy in the lunch line and fillling Her's pants with doodoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this Her, I use to know...now she is but a memory, like Her's last menstral flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated.... LOOK! I FOUND THIS PICTURE OF HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/Her.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesss!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-84824800?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84824800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84824800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84824800' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-84730843</id><published>2002-11-18T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T18:25:27.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/deefacexmas.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....no comment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-84730843?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84730843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84730843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84730843' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-84712968</id><published>2002-11-18T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T17:41:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> I haven't been creeped out latley...but I was today when I read this from Brads blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm really far behind on my novel. But that's okay because my enormous genitalia makes up for it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Serioulsy I am scarred for life. I don't know why but those two sentences are very frightening. They kinda made me think of this guy that was in my grade, his name was John Carter. And it made me think of how we use to call him Small Package. And then it made me remember how he use to make everyone feel uncomfortable or violated because he would get into your bubble (personal space) and like hug you, or pat you on the back and then like rub your bra strap if you were a girl. Just plain creepy. To make it worse he wasn't hot... he is little...petite...and like he looks like an elf with a severe case of the creepiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't know what that was relivant too...haha .... BRAINSSS!!!! I NEED YOUR BRAIINNN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also posted a funnie story on &lt;a href="http://bagina.blogspot.com"&gt;BAGINA&lt;/a&gt; today.. Im not done with it thoo..mauahaha. yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-84712968?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84712968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84712968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84712968' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-84650954</id><published>2002-11-17T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T01:38:50.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The United Nations caught this incomming transmission from somewhere in France, going straight to MSU. Since Brad had hired them to keep a look out for :D , they have been working hard, around the clock to ensure his safty. But, as you can see... she has learned French...and is probably posing as a French spy! Here is the letter that was confiscated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au clou à tête perdue,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bradley, vous êtes mon pâté en croûte de potiron. J'ai besoin de vous pour toucher mon weeiner. Un dieu d'Oh, comment je veux le thee! Je suis fatigué de vous égrapper! Il est si difficile de regarder dans vos fenêtres votre école. Je dois vous violer sur un morceau géant de pizza que vos propres deux mains viriles ont fait... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amour,:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... now let me translate that for you, it says in English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the brad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bradley, you are my meat pie of pumpkin. I need you to touch my weeiner. A god of Oh, how I want the thee! I am tired to pick off you! It is so difficult to look in your windows your school. I must rape you on a giant piece of pizza pie that your clean two virile hands made... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......as you can see... :D needs some lessons on how to write the French language...what a creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-84650954?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84650954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84650954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84650954' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-84599717</id><published>2002-11-15T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T20:33:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Antartica for 2 hours and while I was there, I stumbled upon the cutest seal-pup! So, I go over to it and sit on my knees to give it a pat. But, as I am doing so....all of a sudden I get this firece chill that goes down my spine and makes all my hair stand up on end....I can feel something truly evil is close by....As I once agian look down at the seal-pup, I notice something moving within it's eye... and then... I see why I feel like my life is being threatend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/pup.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Oh My God... it's essence of &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/creepycomix/Creepy.html"&gt;:D&lt;/a&gt; in that pups eye! I quickly turn myself around in hopes to out wit the offending stalker and then I see something far off to the right scamper away... I was too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect that :D was trying to push me into a hole in the ice...today she was after me this time...&lt;br /&gt;I never felt so luckey tho, to get out alive...but I have one thing to say...to  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D, you better watch yourself...for someday you may be the one being watched.... you may find yourself looking into a seals eye and see me...standing behind you...ready to shove you into a hole in the Artic ice...biznatch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-84599717?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84599717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84599717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84599717' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-84483517</id><published>2002-11-13T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T18:09:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I put up a new template for the &lt;a href="http://bagina.blogspot.com"&gt;BAGINA MONOLOGUES&lt;/a&gt; site.... it's funnie. I even wrote a long story there today while I was at school...and I still am at school.&lt;br /&gt;Mac computers DO suck. The ones at school ALWAYS FRICKING FREEZE!! And they are even new! And that pisses me off ...with the MAC commercials saying that PC's always crash and lose files.... THE FUCK THEY DO... more like Mac's suck and do all that crap. Whatever Bill Gates, creator of Macintosh, great way to name a computer after an apple.... eat my ass, fecker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-84483517?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84483517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84483517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84483517' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-84284363</id><published>2002-11-09T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T13:39:35.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scary things happen when I am bored and do not feel like working on my English paper.  I was drawing in Bryce for the first time in forever and I made this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brawi.com/Bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, right?  But suddenly, :D's mind control attacked, and I was forced to add her in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="Http://www.brawi.com/BayD.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why God!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-84284363?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84284363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84284363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84284363' title=''/><author><name>Bradwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12541209463493219096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-84201741</id><published>2002-11-07T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T20:57:51.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/creepycomix/Creepy.html"&gt;:D 's&lt;/a&gt;  father had a guest-roll in the 1960's Television show " Mission Impossible." ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/deefaceimpossible.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Which I happen to believe this is how  :D  is able to sneak into place's that Brad goes to and spy on him... resulting in this future sketch I made... This is one of  Brad's future rooms that he will be working in since he is going to be in politics... and this WILL be the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/HexedPallor/deeroom.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-84201741?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84201741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84201741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84201741' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-84154111</id><published>2002-11-06T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T23:27:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D has been going thru Star Trek: The Animated Series' collection and imprinting her own likeness onto Captain Kirks face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally... I am outraged. :D 's likeness is not what I want to be seeing making out with strange green fleshed space ho's, or trying to be melodramatic... damn you :D&lt;br /&gt;If William Shatner knew about this (and oh... he knows... for he is the Shatman) he would kick :D's frickin ass, then crap on  it's deefaced face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brawi.com/tasdeeface.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-84154111?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84154111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84154111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84154111' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-84153289</id><published>2002-11-06T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T23:07:18.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D was upset.  The election was close - Brad wanted Posthumus to win, instead of the Ice Queen, Jennifer Granholm.  But Granholm was leading in the polls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So :D immediately went on the campaign trail.  This picture was found of :D, who obviously disguised herself and snuck into a Pro-Posthumus rally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brawi.com/PostD.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN MR. POSTHUMUS!  RUN AWAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-84153289?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84153289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/84153289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84153289' title=''/><author><name>Bradwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12541209463493219096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-83979282</id><published>2002-11-03T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T20:05:40.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just thought that these would be funnie.. ehh. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=1 width=400 bgcolor=#ccddcc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellspacing=5 cellpadding=0 bgcolor=#ffffFF STYLE="background-color:#ccddcc; color:#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ccddcc width=200 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.atomicrelationships.com/images/cuffs.jpg width=200 height=200&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffffbb&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Am The Sex Toy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuzzy Cuffs:&lt;/b&gt; Everyone knows who's in charge here, its me!  I'll grab you by the wrists and not let go until you are good and done.  Ten-hut!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffee99 colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomictemple.com/electrons/tests.htm" style="color:#118811"&gt;Find out what sex toy you are.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BOOK DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=1 width=400 bgcolor=#ccddcc&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellspacing=5 cellpadding=0 bgcolor=#ffffFF STYLE="background-color:#ccddcc; color:#000000"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ccddcc width=137 height=180&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.atomichomes.com/images/book.jpg width=137 height=180&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffffbb&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;What magazine am I?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am Book:&lt;/b&gt; There is nothing better then the written word.  Nothing engrosses me more then a masterpiece on paper.  If you want to watch COPS you can always dig my TV out of the dumpster.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffee99 colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomictemple.com/electrons/tests.htm" style="color:#118811"&gt;What magazine am I?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOooo true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=1 bgcolor=#ccddcc width=300&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000 &gt;My College Is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=1 bgcolor=#ffffff &gt;&lt;tr height=30&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffffff&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000 &gt;&lt;b&gt; Night School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height=30&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.atomictemple.com/electrons3/cgoof.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  bgcolor=#ffffff &gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000 &gt;Students at  Night School goof off a lot.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height=30&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.atomictemple.com/electrons3/cmasturbate.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  bgcolor=#ffffff &gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000 &gt;Students at  Night School masturbate a lot.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height=30&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.atomictemple.com/electrons3/cweed.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  bgcolor=#ffffff &gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000 &gt;Weed is the drug of choice.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height=30&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  bgcolor=#ffffff &gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000 &gt;The average GPA is 2.75&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomictemple.com/electrons/tests.htm" style="color:#118811"&gt;Enroll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=1 bgcolor=#ccddcc width=450&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellspacing=5 cellpadding=0 height=100 bgcolor=#ffffFF STYLE="background-color:#ccddcc; color:#000000"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ccddcc width=151 height=249&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.atomictemple.com/electrons3/hypocrite.jpg width=151 height=249&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffffbb&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;What protester am I?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am the hypocrite:&lt;/b&gt; I like going to rallies and enjoying all the like minded people.  I pretend to care about the causes I protest for, yet you won't see me sacrifice much to help out.  I often have higher expectations of other people then I do of myself.  It's worth while for me to get arrested in front of my friends; I really need to keep up with my image.  Therefore you will often find me antagonizing the police.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffee99 colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomictemple.com" style="color:#118811"&gt;What protester am I?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=1 width=400 bgcolor=#ccddcc&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellspacing=5 cellpadding=0 bgcolor=#ffffFF STYLE="background-color:#ccddcc; color:#000000"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffffff width=100 height=150&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellpadding=0 width=100&gt;&lt;tr height=50&gt;&lt;td width=100 bgcolor=#000066&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height=50&gt;&lt;td width=100 bgcolor=#003300&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height=50&gt;&lt;td width=100 bgcolor=$660000&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffffbb&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is my spectrum?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am blue: &lt;/b&gt; My main color is blue.  I am a little bitter when people choose a blissfully ignorant aproach to life.  I try to see things for the way they really are.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=100 bgcolor=#663366&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffee99 colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomictemple.com/electrons/tests.htm" style="color:#118811"&gt;What is my spectrum?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=1 bgcolor=#ccddcc width=300&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000 &gt;Book Worm Meter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=1 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=1 bgcolor=#ccddcc &gt;&lt;tr height=30&gt;&lt;td width=85 bgcolor=#ffffff&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000&gt;Shut In 93%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height=30&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=93 bgcolor=#ff0000&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=7 bgcolor=#0000ff&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=85 bgcolor=#ffffff align=right&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000 &gt;7% Out Of The House&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height=30&gt;&lt;td width=85 bgcolor=#ffffff&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000&gt;Intellectual 95%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height=30&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=95 bgcolor=#ff0000&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=5 bgcolor=#0000ff&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=85 bgcolor=#ffffff align=right&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000 &gt;5% Moron&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height=30&gt;&lt;td width=85 bgcolor=#ffffff&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000&gt;High Attention Span 95%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height=30&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=95 bgcolor=#ff0000&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=5 bgcolor=#0000ff&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=85 bgcolor=#ffffff align=right&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000 &gt;5% Low Attention Span&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height=30&gt;&lt;td width=85 bgcolor=#ffffff&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000&gt;Bookitude 96%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height=30&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=96 bgcolor=#ff0000&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=4 bgcolor=#0000ff&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=85 bgcolor=#ffffff align=right&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000 &gt;4% Book Burner&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height=50&gt;&lt;td width=85 bgcolor=#ffffff&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book Worm&lt;/b&gt; 94.75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height=40&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=94.75 bgcolor=#ff0000&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=5.25 bgcolor=#0000ff&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=85 bgcolor=#ffffff align=right&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000 &gt;5.25% &lt;b&gt;Bug Stomper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomictemple.com/electrons/tests.htm" style="color:#118811"&gt;Take your bookworm readings.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-83979282?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/83979282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/83979282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83979282' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-83799898</id><published>2002-10-30T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T20:46:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;NEWS FROM THE FRONT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to make the world safe for her beloved Brad, :D has taken the iniative in the war against Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Bush won't get his pussy ass in there to take out those towel-heads, I'll do it for him!" :D was quoted saying, as she hijakced the SS Destroyer from a harbor in Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D's current whereabouts are unknown; this satellite photograph is the only evidence we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brawi.com/WarLisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for up to the minute coverage of :D's War on Iraq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-83799898?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/83799898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/83799898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83799898' title=''/><author><name>Bradwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12541209463493219096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-83230335</id><published>2002-10-19T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T20:08:56.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Poem, by Kerrington Tea Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh Susan, the Cat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Susan the Cat, you were once mighty and strong.&lt;br /&gt;Now Susan, you are old and decrepit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to sneeze on me when I am sitting.&lt;br /&gt;You like to drip cat snot on me also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Susan, the Cat&lt;br /&gt;You need to die…soon, so that I may have you stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of cleaning up after your Induced Kitty Bulimic Tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cease to continue living, old friend. Die and go to Feline Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Where you will be with your sister Alice the Cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop puking in the kitty box. That is for your feces, not your bulimic ways.&lt;br /&gt;Your coat once was shiny and thick, now you are skanky and belong in a trailor park.&lt;br /&gt;You are old.&lt;br /&gt;You have bone cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Die you old cat.&lt;br /&gt;Die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-83230335?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/83230335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/83230335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83230335' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-83230288</id><published>2002-10-19T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T20:09:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leesuh: no sweetest day plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;- I've been thinking about you, Brad...my sweet...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradwick: Uh...I don't know when that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;- Why has God forsaken me?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leesuh: todya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="Red"&gt;- I'm so excited that I misspelled the word.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leesuh: today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="Red"&gt;- Today is sweetest day...how I pine for my sweet, sweet Brad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradwick: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="Blue"&gt;- You...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradwick: Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;- Are...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradwick: No :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;- CREEPY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leesuh: no sweety? or just forgot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;- Is there any girl I have to kill?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradwick: Forgot!  I'm gonna go eat, talk to you later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="Blue"&gt;- I'm not going to justify your answer by saying 'No,' 'cause then you'll just think 'YES HE CAN STILL BE MINE!'  RUN AWAY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leesuh: take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;- Oh Brad, don't leave, my soul pines...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-83230288?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/83230288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/83230288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83230288' title=''/><author><name>Bradwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12541209463493219096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-83193831</id><published>2002-10-18T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T20:39:26.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Brad sent me a picture that he had taken of himself and his two best friends! Tori Amos and Wil Wheaton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/bradloveswil.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Brad! I like your rainbow striped shirt! Did you get that at GAP Gay? Bwahahha ;þ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-83193831?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/83193831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/83193831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83193831' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-83088244</id><published>2002-10-16T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T19:52:15.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; AIM conversations with Amy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: you'd rape spock in the ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: prolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: jeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: its my new thing. Im all about the words ass sex , butt sex...ETC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: i find it humorus. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: anal penetration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: you're all about butt sex...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: im all about it except for having it done to me. bahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: no...you'd have it done to you...you know you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: Id ass rape some jewish guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: if by no you mean yes..then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: yes, but the guy would be the reciever lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: receiver...lmao...sean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: {holds arms and chuckles/giggle like Sean}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I miss that fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: i know... i do too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: He needs to get his gay ass up here so i can tell him he's gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: you're so mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: did you know he boofed a chick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: yah...i heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: all about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: its not mean! I love him! he's my beeatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: what about when we tell him he's not really gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I declare him A-sexual tho. he cant make up his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: he get's so pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: LMAO REMEMBER WHEN NIKKI THREW A BREAD STICK AT HIM!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: ohhh myy god that was frickin HILARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: oh yah...lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: when they were fighting loll... wooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: they had such a huge fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: it was so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: and she was in her prom dress at school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: then we made the " Hale sux" shirt and wore it to the homecomming parade lol. all these old ladies were looking at her like she was crack whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: OHH THE MEMMORIES! {sniff}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: those were good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: haha it sounds like we were in Nom or something. Today is not a good spelling day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I think im going to post this convo.. it is enlightening and creepy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: i just told russ that story...he's laughing so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: haha what story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: the bread stick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: about the hale sux shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: he says that's bad ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: oh. lol I think i still have that picture somewhere Ill have to look for it and scan it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: ooh, i definitely wanna see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: ask russ if he will let me penetrate his anus with a strap on so i can have ass sex with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ta80: russ, "that's a tough one.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: lol Tee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-83088244?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/83088244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/83088244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83088244' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-83030414</id><published>2002-10-15T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T16:43:40.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;A Motion Picture by: Kerrington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screen play by: Kerrington Tea Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: Kerrington Foo Foo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now… The Feature Presentation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventures of Space Herpe in…&lt;br /&gt;GIANT SPACE HERPE OF THE GALAXY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Scene:  Somewhere out in the midst of the Galaxy, we slowly zoom around a bluish planet and slowly zoom towards an orange-pink dot. As we get closer, we see that it is the Space Herpe.  The Space Herpe seems to be pondering something.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SpaceHerpe:  Yeiiis… YEEEIISS THIS WILL BE GLORIOUS! I am going to infect the world with my Herpe-ness. Those earthlings don’t know their ass from the ground…. but they will when they discovered that I have given them…WARTS AND SORES! MUHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHHA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt; Space Herpe is then shown flying on a direct course to Earth. S.H is giggling manically as he penetrates the atmosphere, where he then activates his outer Herpe protective coat so he will not burn up as he falls to Earth.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt; We are given a glimpse of a vast meadow in which there are upon millions of white and yellow daisies growing merrily along. There is a shallow brook where the stones are all light brown, orange and yellow. Along the brook we see a fawn and it’s mother deer drinking. There is a light breeze and the wind smells of honeysuckle. As we Pan to the right and move up a little upon a hill, we see two male fornicators having wild and passionate butt sex. The man on the bottom is small and blond of hair. He has delicate features and a tattoo of dolphins going around his bellybutton. His face is strained from the immense anal pounding he is receiving at this moment. And his name is TheSingerFromTheCalling.&lt;br /&gt;The man on top, giving the blond man his harsh punishment to his anus is also small, yet manlier. He has dark brown, almost black hair, and it’s cut in a most manly way. He is still wearing his pantsuit, though his pants are down around his ankles, and has a firm grip on TheSingerFromTheCallings hips. His manly thrusts are in sync with a birds wings that are flapping. His facial structure indicates that this is really a Wo-man, and it is indeed K.D.Lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space Herpe slowly makes his way towards the couple that is having homosessual lovin on the hill. He can barley keep his excitement contained. He so badly wants to contaminate the anuses, and strap-on of these two people. In one giant leap, he makes himself known…&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SpaceHerpe: GERONIMO!!! I AM LORD SPACE HERPE AND I HAVE COME FROM THE PLANET HERPEHOMOSASSA TO COME AND INFILTRATE EARTH! AND THEN MAKE IT’S POPULATION DISEASED WITH MY SORES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt; With that, Space Herpe pounces and buries himself into TheSingerFromTheCallings rectum, which then transfers to the Wo-man, K.D. Langs strap on…then onto her Dirtay-Dry-Vag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the transfer is complete, and both Man and Wo-Man have herpes, our Hero, the Space Herpe then returns to his home in the galaxy…to the planet Herpehomosassa.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Cast} In order of appearance--  &lt;br /&gt;SpaceHerpe ………………… John Malkovich&lt;br /&gt;Fawn………………………... Whoopi Goldburg&lt;br /&gt;Deer………………………… Nancy Kerrigan&lt;br /&gt;SingerFromTheCalling…….. Lorenzo Jennings &lt;br /&gt;K.D.Lang…………………... Brad Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/herpespic.gif" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Image by KerringtonTeaTime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-83030414?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/83030414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/83030414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83030414' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-82859151</id><published>2002-10-11T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T17:25:45.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; So the truth finally comes...out. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was goofin around online, trying to find a picture of k.d. lang on google images to feck around with....but as you can see... I have found something. So there I was. Sitting at my computer desk...drinking my Earl Grey tea (which is kinda nasty;but the store didn't have pepermint), looking on google for an image that I can &lt;i&gt;badly&lt;/i&gt; manipulate since I only have crappy PaintShopPro7. (woo-hoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait while the images load... I fiddle with something else...then....then THIS HAPPENS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/langteee.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on God's green earth has happened!? Am I in another dimension?  -  No... no, I am not. The only reasonable explaination is that yes, Brad has indeed been colaborating with k.d lang herself and has been trying to hide the truth for years! This is the origional jacket cover for the "Drag" Album from k.d lang. And Brad sang on it tooo!! He did a duet with her!! CAN'T YOU PEOPLE SEE HOW WRONG THIS IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all too much....just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I am going to say is that, no, I am not going to admit that I am powerless because I am too busy being creeped out. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-82859151?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82859151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82859151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82859151' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-82650433</id><published>2002-10-07T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T14:38:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Lima Beans are secksee when you stick them to your nipples&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will ease your way into the creepiness by first giving you this picture I made of Mr. Spock being all Halloweeny! It's lame I know but I thought it was kinda funnie in that " wow your a stupid loser who can't make funnie pictures" sort of way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/HSpock.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for some creepiness? I am going to carve a pumpkin this year and this is what its going to look &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/creepycomix/Creepy.html"&gt;like&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/DeeFaceHollo.gif" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left school early today. It's sooo FRICKIN COLD out... its like 60! This blows. Now my fangers are going to be cold all the fecking time. Nothing creepy happened to me today....as usual. I don't know why this is. Nothing creepy ever happens to me. &lt;br /&gt; I think Im going to go and play on the &lt;a href="http://www.startrek.com"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/a&gt; site. yay im a lewser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-82650433?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82650433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82650433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82650433' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-82611965</id><published>2002-10-06T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T20:11:16.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; AIM Harassment of the Day! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I am Desirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: My phantom weenie is silky smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: and you want to touch my strap on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I know you think im hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: WHO R U?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I am your goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I am your moms panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I am... me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: - dances around you and gives you a lap dance -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: me so horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I am Kerrington Tea Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: That's who! I am your soul mate...and you want to smear cheese on my foo foo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22:  - puts on a poorunluckysoul is a hot secksee stud cock t shirt -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I need guidence. talk to me hoonary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: OH GOD! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: YOU HAVE A LARGE WEENIER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: WHO the FUCK r u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: im gonna fuckin snap in aboput 2 sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I AM A LITTLE SKANKY SLUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: YOUR STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: i bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: YOU EAT FECES!&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I did your mom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: she has oily teets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: so y r u talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: - rubs her face in the oily teets -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: because I want to give you a dirty sanchez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: Y R U TALKING TO ME THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: no i didnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: Dont you see! we were meant to be together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: You and I. I and You. making sweet sweet love inside of a dead deer carcass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: how romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: DEAD DEER CARCASS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: yes. I am into having sex with dead animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I enjoy a limp deer cock every now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: it makes me moisssiiissssssiissst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: - sings a little song about deer cocks -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: shelly put me up to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: dude..who r u 4 real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: she made me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poorunluckysoul: who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: one of her friends from up north&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: ok I am done with harassing yew. My apologises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: - bows and flies away -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-82611965?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82611965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82611965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82611965' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-82611210</id><published>2002-10-06T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T19:48:42.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Creepy Carnival Wagggonnn!&lt;br /&gt;I sit on my wagon, that creeps along.&lt;br /&gt;It creeps along and I play carnival music as it does.&lt;br /&gt;When I play my carnival tune, my spirit rises up and says,&lt;br /&gt; "Hayyyyy hayy hay! Kerrington is a creepy slut!."&lt;br /&gt;My wagon is magical, it can go on for so long.&lt;br /&gt;It can go over every bump and dead bloated animal.&lt;br /&gt;I sing into the air as my fingers grace the keyboard of the organ that I am playing.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, sweet carnival music. Touch my hard weenie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-82611210?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82611210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82611210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82611210' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-82527209</id><published>2002-10-04T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T15:10:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My writting has been rejected! I know I wrote a 4-page story in like 25 minutes, but still.. it was good. They just don't understand! I am funnie! The story was funnie! Why!!!!!???? I hate that! People get so stuck up! PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ICKS! SUCK MY PHANTOM COCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you internet! You are a bastard! When I take over rule of this planet, I am going to abolish the internet and make everyone eat my shitzen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in other news... The Dee Face has been spotted in a field with some ponies...&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know what this may seem... that the Dee Face has finally gave up the search for it's beloved...but do not be fooled kids...she is merely trying to get some insight from the ponies in hopes to  learn how to run fast so when the time strikes, she will run like a bolt of lightning and catch Brad. And all I got to say is that I sure do hope she isn't wearing that ... uh.. bikini when she does, for she will surely suck him up into her folds. &lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/deefaceponies.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing... Mr. Spock is cool ----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cs.ubc.ca/cgi-bin/nph-spock"&gt;He is very cool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danhausertrek.com/AnimatedSeries/Spock.html"&gt;Cooler then your mom naked&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Lair/2777/misc/mr_spock.html"&gt;Cooler then a naked chick wearing nipple tassles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisydownunder.com/Leonard-Nimoy.html"&gt;If anal sex with a bee was possible... it would be cool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wackygenretv.com/studmuffins/spock.htm"&gt;BUT NOT AS COOL AS ANAL SEX WITH MR.SPOCK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooookaaayyy that is my fill of creepy for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-82527209?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82527209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82527209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82527209' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-82334460</id><published>2002-09-30T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T19:49:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dee Face&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a little Dee Face.&lt;br /&gt;That little Dee Face was creepy.&lt;br /&gt;It liked to think of creepy things.&lt;br /&gt;Creepy things like stalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how the Dee Face stalked.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how the Dee Face sniveled.&lt;br /&gt;And oh, how the Dee Face carried on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a little Dee Face.&lt;br /&gt;That little Dee Face was creepy.&lt;br /&gt;It liked to look in windows.&lt;br /&gt;Windows that belonged to MSU dorm rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-82334460?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82334460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82334460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82334460' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-82154977</id><published>2002-09-26T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T14:05:29.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously... -giggles A - LOT -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latinoreview.com/moviereviews/2002/hp2cos/hp2cosimages.html?id=13350"&gt;Tee Hee Hee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy I can't wait 'til November 15th... oh yes.. this will be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-82154977?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82154977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82154977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82154977' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-82011341</id><published>2002-09-23T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T17:18:49.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; GREETINGS FROM KERRINGTON TEA TIME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello retards! While sitting in Government class (in which I should have been taking notes), the Creepy Muse struck me near my anus and said that I should draw a creepy comic. So I did... Voila! Here it 'tis... it is called: &lt;b&gt;On Easter.&lt;/b&gt; And if you can't read it (which you won't probably be able to do cuz your eyesight sucks), I kindly wrote out what each box says at the bottom of the piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/OnEaster.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:: I lost my Cheesasaurus T shirt&lt;br /&gt;2:: Must find...but I must go in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;3:: I will become..Shaniquwa!&lt;br /&gt;4:: 2 dolla&lt;br /&gt;5:: I *heart* MSU, my beloved is there!&lt;br /&gt;6:: WHEEL OF TIME!&lt;br /&gt;7:: I love Hawiian Shirts!&lt;br /&gt;8:: You better not be being mean to my Bradley Poo!&lt;br /&gt;9:: I ass rape him when he sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;10:: Kraft Cheese is Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;11:: Just like my Bradley is!    -||-  I am NOT delicious!&lt;br /&gt;12::  Oh yes you'se is!   -||-   Nooooo!&lt;br /&gt;13:: *sings* When I touch muh flappies, it feels like Easterrr!&lt;br /&gt;14:: *sings* When I prod my Vag with a fanger...it feels like I should be stalking...stalking Brad!&lt;br /&gt;15:: *sings* I put Kraft Cheese on my Vag...that is dry...&lt;br /&gt;16:: *sings* Oh my giant, 2 foot clit, felt like a doughnut...on Easter...&lt;br /&gt;17:: *sings fast* CHA! CHA! CHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something else that I drew on the side of my Math Notes: It's :Dzilla taking Brad to the Empire State Building, saying, "Bah! Bah!."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/BahBah.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is just something that I found at &lt;a href="http://www.wilwheaton.net"&gt; Wil Wheaton . net&lt;/a&gt;, in his message boards....it's frickin CUTE as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/tare2.gif" border=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. -licks your 'giner-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-82011341?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82011341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/82011341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82011341' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81776479</id><published>2002-09-18T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T11:51:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been reading the first book in the Lord of the Rings series... and I have noticed something. You know the "Black" riders... well, to me, it seems that Mr. J.R.R Tolkin was prolly racist or something because I read something today...as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Chapter 10 -Strider ; Revised Edition - 2nd Edition; Page # 181&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; "Well, we can only hope the Riders won't come back yet," said Frodo.&lt;br /&gt;"I hope not, indeed," said Butterbur. " But spooks or no spooks, they won't get in The Pony so easy...."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE!  Ok, for those of you that don't know, the term &lt;i&gt; Spook&lt;/i&gt; is what some racists use to refer to black people as...they called them ' spooks,' 'coons,' and other things from back in the day. And in the book we know the Riders that chase around Frodo and whatnot as the "Black Riders" and the innkeeper just called them Spooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that was a bit odd. &lt;b&gt;*rant rant*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another rant too. Now the author of the Harry Potter books, J.K Rowling, I think, has either took some things from the LOTR's series and put them into her books making them different in her own way, cuz I remember reading somewhere that she read them... or she just subconsiously did it. But as for the Black Riders in the LOTR's, they are described as: Tall creatures with black hoods that drop over there face, and they don't really talk, just a hissy-whisper type whatnot, and they make you feel bad/horrible and creepy just by being around them.... sound familair...can we say Dementors from the HP books? -giggle-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there are words in the LOTR's books that pop up in the HP books like: Sickle, Longbottom...uh I forgot the rest but I know there were more ....simalarities...like the willow tree in the LOTR that traps people and kinda beats them up... hmmm the Whomping Willow in HP? bahaha im retarded. I'm at school with 2 hours to spare so what else am I to do... Plus there is Gandalf which just makes me think of Dumbledore. Butterbur...Butterbeer...all the little songs written out in the LOTR books, with the HP books with there little jingles as well... nar nar... I am lame.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;TuPac is also in the LOTR's books.....so what does that say... BIGGIE SMALLS IN THE &lt;b&gt;HP&lt;/b&gt; BOOKS!? NO WAY! I just don't see how J.K. Rowling can get away with putting in The Notorius B.I.G in her Harry Potter series..I mean.. it's soooo plagarism. What a skank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81776479?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81776479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81776479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81776479' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81677327</id><published>2002-09-16T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T12:24:20.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; What Secksee Bitches ; Gimme a Dark Lord, &lt;i&gt;BEEAATCH!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. All I gotta say... is that evil, kniving bastards is what does it for me.  - fans foce-aye-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/HP2SP-2334R.jpg" border=1&gt; &lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/HP2SP-2935.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And M - U Brad! I can be creepy if I want! At least I'm not obsessed with some whore that won American Teen Idol who can't decided whether or not to be a blond or a brunette! :Þ    Eat muh ass!  :þ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81677327?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81677327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81677327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81677327' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81610751</id><published>2002-09-14T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T19:47:59.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hee Hee, I decided to take some quizes.. yayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;i am not indie at all!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.iprimus.com.au/sparvin/noindie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.iprimus.com.au/sparvin/indie.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How indie are you?&lt;/a&gt; test by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ridethefader"&gt;ridethefader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who are you trying to fool? Just because you own a couple of Weezer albums &lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean that you're uberindie. Indie people don't hear about cutting edge &lt;br /&gt;new bands from MTV. At least the ignorant don't know what they're missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xunker/quizzes/How's%20your%20life%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/1028670563_alive.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How's your life?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1" style="Arial"&gt;How Much of a Loner Are You?&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://clinicallyinsane.onestop.net/llama.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1" style="Arial"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take the quiz at &lt;a href="http://clinicallyinsane.fateback.com" target="_blank"&gt;[clinically insane]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't the most popular person in the world, but you aren't exactly alone everyday. You've got a good, close circle of friends who are all probably llamas too. You're the type that really just doesn't give a shit about where you stand on the popularity scale, and you're better for it. Some of those "popular" dudes probably mistake your carelessness for jealousy, and therefore label you something you aren't. Feh, to hell with them, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81610751?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81610751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81610751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81610751' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81607198</id><published>2002-09-14T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T17:39:43.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my God...I was looking through the student directory for a friend's phone number...and :D is enrolled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's coming after me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brawi.com/Directory.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81607198?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81607198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81607198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81607198' title=''/><author><name>Bradwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12541209463493219096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81573571</id><published>2002-09-13T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T19:09:45.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/creepycomix/Creepy.html"&gt;:D&lt;/a&gt; has decided to try out for the MSU baseball team, disguising herself has a dude, and apparently, has gotten the job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/MSULEESUHBASEBALL.gif" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out Brad! Don't go to any baseball games! She might throw the ball at you and knock you out... then she will have her way with your unconsious body in the dug-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a pretty good job on this tho, hehe I am proud of myself... I got the idea from &lt;a href="http://msuspartans.ocsn.com/sports/m-basebl/mtt/day_tim00.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee hee hee! Tee hee! Teeeeee heeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81573571?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81573571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81573571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81573571' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81460304</id><published>2002-09-11T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T12:00:15.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> I wonder who is the sorriest T.V. Station..." the babies of 9/11"  what's next... " the dog feces of 9/11" "the stick of 9/11" seriously... everyone has taken this into OVER KILL!  Yes, today  will be remembered, it's sad, but JEEBUS! Is it like  national &lt;b&gt;Manic Depressive Day&lt;/b&gt; or something? I went to like every search engine I could and they all have something like " NEVER FORGET" or like a flag and a a dumb candle on there site. Nar! Gawd I am sooo moving to Greenland where nothing ever frickin happens, and where I don't have to be surrounded by the patriotic trend.  M- U stupid little sticker flag ! I am however going to be watching Mr. Bush (He's a little ninny) talk about whatever he needs to talk to the "American People." He is so going to get this country blown up. Stupid Republican! -stab-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Geeeoorge Dubbleyew Bush, and I don't do anything except pretend that I am doing something while instead I play golf and give out hand-jobs to everyone in the House."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a Haiku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; cocksucking President &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     George Bush is a turd.&lt;br /&gt; He smells like feces and piss.&lt;br /&gt;     He plays with his dong.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... here are some more Haikus I wrote last night. I am a genious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matt Shannon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt is really buff.&lt;br /&gt;He likes ninjas and big guns.&lt;br /&gt;He scares me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melissa is U-ground&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa is gay.&lt;br /&gt;Her shirt is yellow and very gay.&lt;br /&gt;She has allergies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Asian Statue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Statue.&lt;br /&gt;It was made by Chinese kids.&lt;br /&gt;They did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Wet Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twister turned her on.&lt;br /&gt;The crotch of her pants were wet.&lt;br /&gt;wet, wet, wetty, wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Great B-hole&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My B-hole is dirty.&lt;br /&gt;I like to wash it with soap.&lt;br /&gt;It is very clean now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Possesed Evil Black Cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamaal is my cat.,&lt;br /&gt;he is black and very evil.&lt;br /&gt;Testicles are small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Kim Basinger is a skank.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Basinger farts.&lt;br /&gt;they are loud and very smelly.&lt;br /&gt;I saw half her boob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FlICKING THE BEAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You flick your bean well.&lt;br /&gt;It makes strange noises when you do.&lt;br /&gt;It's nubby and pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pune Tang and Anus Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pie of the Anus.&lt;br /&gt;It is delisious to me.&lt;br /&gt;Pune Tang is good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Camel Toenesis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloth between flappies.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me yell out in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Camel toe is very gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melissas Finest hour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking of floppy tits.&lt;br /&gt;floppy boobs are from the tribe.&lt;br /&gt;boobies are floppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bows-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa wrote one about me too! But as you can see, she isnt very good at haikus so...this one sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carrie is a big Dyke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie likes old men.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to do Kelly Clarkston.&lt;br /&gt;She's a gay sexer.  -by melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thee Enddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81460304?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81460304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81460304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81460304' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81376338</id><published>2002-09-09T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T18:54:07.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/pizzaaaahhh.JPG" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81376338?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81376338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81376338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81376338' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81324554</id><published>2002-09-08T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T16:22:18.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;A Story, by Kerrington Tea Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; A Boys’ Cry &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Brad sat in his dorm room talking on-line to friends after a long day of college and studying. His roommate, Aaron, sat playing a video game with the volume turned all the way up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// I am going to strangle the fat bastard in about 3 seconds. // Brad thought to himself…resisting the urge to tear all the hair out from his skull. &lt;br /&gt;He continued, however, to endure the torture of his roommate, who was stupidly, squabbling with the game control, and shrieking at the T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I AM LORD AARON! I SHALL VANGQUISH YEW! “ Aaron shouted, and at the same moment, scratched his package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad sat; stone still… he was going to break. At that point, something strange…something all together frighteningly subliminal flashed through his mind. It made him yell out. He saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://newdeal.feri.org/dolls/images/d100bm.jpg" border=1&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” He yelled! That brief moment of lunacy almost made him jump out the window…thank God Aaron was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude, what is up with yew. Here, maybe if I read you some theories about “Wheel of Time,” it might calm you down and make you feel a bit better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad just glared at Aaron with colossal globe-like eyes.  Then it happened again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://newdeal.feri.org/dolls/images/d100bm.jpg" border=1&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;and again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://newdeal.feri.org/dolls/images/d100bm.jpg" border=1&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;and AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://newdeal.feri.org/dolls/images/d100bm.jpg" border=1&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// I am going mad! I must get out!// With that Brad dashed out of his dorm room and made his way down the stairs, not caring if he deliberately ran into people on his way out… he had to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHh” He yelled again when he got outside of the dorm building. There, he collapsed on the ground, while a crowd of passing by students and other personal teemed around him, wondering about his health, and state of mind; if he had any left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you ok, son?” asked a man, looming over the twitching body that was Brad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“earrreehh…terrrrr…uyyyeerrrhhd…” Brad just made dull, dim witted noised… then &lt;img src="http://newdeal.feri.org/dolls/images/d100bm.jpg" border=1&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;img src="http://newdeal.feri.org/dolls/images/d100bm.jpg" border=1&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// jump-roping baby dolls!…..// He thought…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I saw a baby doll jump rope...in my head...it was having so much fun…” Brad said, not caring if people thought him insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brad looked up into the sky, after the crowd of people deemed that he was indeed, retarded, and left the area…and he saw a bright light… dear lord it was beautiful…until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/babycreepy.jpg" border=1&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how he screamed…and screamed. And screamed. Then he was no – more. God took mercy upon him and sent a lightning bolt down, which killed Brad instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt; :: My dear boy, I am terribly sorry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad&lt;/b&gt; :: Oh thank you God, how I love thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt; :: -pauses and thinks- Well, you &lt;b&gt;ARE&lt;/b&gt; a Catholic, that will not go un-punished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad&lt;/b&gt; :: WHAT!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt; :: So instead of sending you to hell, since you have been through it pretty much by being stalked by the great &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; ,  I will grant you access to Heaven. But…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad&lt;/b&gt; :: But what….?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt; :: Instead of being lavished by my heavenly Ho’s that look like Kelly Clarkston and Julia Styles, you will be lavished by Nathans' and Renees'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad thought for a moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Brad&lt;/b&gt; :: Well, you must do what you must do, and as long as it isn’t &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;, I am very lucky boy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81324554?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81324554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81324554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81324554' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81285554</id><published>2002-09-07T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T14:54:48.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I have NO idea what the heck I was thinking... I was talking on the phone at the time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/ahhhhhs.JPG" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's punk &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/creepycomix/Creepy.html"&gt;:D&lt;/a&gt;  And she likes to touch hurr weenuher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81285554?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81285554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81285554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81285554' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81221953</id><published>2002-09-06T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T00:28:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.  :D is really creepy.  I haven't talked to her all night, and then she messages me - out of nowhere - with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D: Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Thyarr: G'night...&lt;br /&gt;:D: s&lt;br /&gt;:D signed off at 12:03:04 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you tell me you were leaving when we weren't even talking!  I DO NOT CARE, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as soon as I find time (probably Saturday while everyone is at the football game except loser me) I'll post the five hottest women ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81221953?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81221953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81221953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81221953' title=''/><author><name>Bradwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12541209463493219096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81208683</id><published>2002-09-05T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T20:24:19.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am bored so I decided to rate the top 5 hottest guys of all time... &lt;b&gt;- drum roll -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/fivehawtstudss.jpg" border=1&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Vincent Perez&lt;br /&gt;2. Alan Rickman&lt;br /&gt;3. Billy Idol&lt;br /&gt;4. Patrick Stewart&lt;br /&gt;5. Jonathan Rhys Meyers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also decided to put up 3 of the hottest women... and they are... &lt;b&gt; - bagpipes here - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/5hawtbitches.jpg" border=1&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Shirley Manson&lt;br /&gt;2. Milla Jovovich&lt;br /&gt;2. Me, Kerrington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Me and them other two wenches are the only three hot chicks on this planet. Yay for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to go and touch a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81208683?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81208683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81208683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81208683' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81205327</id><published>2002-09-05T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T17:26:06.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knew you'd see the light eventually, Kerrington.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81205327?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81205327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81205327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81205327' title=''/><author><name>Bradwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12541209463493219096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81201277</id><published>2002-09-05T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T15:43:30.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Yes  I do... I  lost my bet... so therefore I must shout out my undying love for Kelly Clarkston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/dirtyslut.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Kelly Clarkston was in the same room with me, I would turn and jump her in 3 seconds, then I would ask her to have sex with me. Then when she says yes,(and I know she will because I am frickin hot) we will make hot lesbian love in a lighthouse so that it will be all romantic-like. After I play her some K.D.LANG, she will then proceed to give me a female hand-job. After that, she will beg me to take her with a strap-on. When I give into her whims, and after I am exhausted from all the hot dyke lovemaking, I will take her to G's where we will eat their orgasmic bread sticks until we cannot eat anymore... then, she will sing to me in her angel like voice until I need to ravish her again. I will proceed to spank her ghetto booty until she has huge welts on it. Then we will ride bikes by Amish houses and go cow tipping.&lt;br /&gt;When the day comes to an end, I will cook her some hot dogs out on the grill, and we will drink good beer and stay outside and roast marshmellows out on the fire. To complete the already wonderful evening, I will make Kelly ride me like a French Bull-dog, then when I am complete I will leave her begging for more, but will not give in.&lt;br /&gt;The next day I will kick her out of  my house and call her a Slut. Then I will go and watch Sponge Bob Square Pants and make a Star Trek costume while I listen to the Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone soundtrack which I still do not own yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81201277?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81201277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81201277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81201277' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81172764</id><published>2002-09-04T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T11:00:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know you guys might be confused by this :D thing.  Let's take a short look at a conversation with :D, and dissect it to find out what it really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D: have you found a hot babe yet?  &lt;br /&gt;Thyarr: not quite!&lt;br /&gt;:D: why not! studyign to hard? &lt;br /&gt;Thyarr: Not really!&lt;br /&gt;:D: oh, how is everything....to good to say hi this weeeknd?&lt;br /&gt;Thyarr: Everything is good.  I was busy, I had family up.&lt;br /&gt;:D: I was just giving ya a hard time, how was your pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple enough, right?  Let's break it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D: have you found a hot babe yet?  &lt;br /&gt; - &lt;font color=red&gt;Is there anyone I need to find and kill?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thyarr: not quite!&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;font color=green&gt;Yes, there are hot babes everywhere, but I wouldn't tell you that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D: why not! studyign to hard? &lt;br /&gt; - &lt;font color=red&gt;You better be studying and not looking for girls.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thyarr: Not really!&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;font color=green&gt;I am looking for girls!  So fucking EAT IT!  Stalker.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D: oh, how is everything....to good to say hi this weeeknd?&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;font color=red&gt;WHY DID YOU NOT COME AND SEE ME BRAD BRAD BRAD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thyarr: Everything is good.  I was busy, I had family up.&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;font color=green&gt;You aren't important enough to go see you creepy bitch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D: I was just giving ya a hard time, how was your pizza?&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;font color=red&gt;Did you approve of me?  Becuase if you didn't approve I'd kill myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thyarr: Good!&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;font color=green&gt;Leave me alone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.  Now this just happened and I'm tired so I'm not gonna translate it, but it's so weird it speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D: hey hae you ever seen a bumper sticker that says: "silly faggot dicks are for chicks."&lt;br /&gt;Thyarr: Uhm...nope.&lt;br /&gt;:D: it is just kinda funny jen seen it and told us al labou tit&lt;br /&gt;Thyarr: ahh..&lt;br /&gt;:D: I have a joke but it is one I would have to tell in person&lt;br /&gt;Thyarr: Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Kelly won.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.brawi.com/Kelly.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington, do you have something to tell us?  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81172764?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81172764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81172764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81172764' title=''/><author><name>Bradwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12541209463493219096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81162295</id><published>2002-09-04T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T19:34:36.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/creepycomix/Creepy.html"&gt;:D&lt;/a&gt; tried out for the part of Legolias in "Lord of the Rings", but as you can see, she didn't fit quite well in those tight little elf pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/dotr.JPG" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that this picture looked cool. It's from the new Harry Potter movie comming out in November...yayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/Trailer56.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81162295?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81162295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81162295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81162295' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81119200</id><published>2002-09-03T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-03T22:04:20.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just sitting here on my computer, when all of a sudden, &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; came online and started talking to me on AIM, here is the conversation re-inacted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: Hello There!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: hi.&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: What is happening?&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: Soo... have you talked to Brad latley? (bradbradbradbradbrad...)&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: no, he is at college. when people go there they usually study and try to do good, unlike some people who sit in their dorm and harass relatives or love interests on-line.&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: So you haven't talked to him?&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: no.&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: So when do you work?&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I dont work, remember? I quit...&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: Oh yah, sorry I forgot, my life revolves around Big Bobs.&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: Gee, I haven't noticed.&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: How is Brad doing?&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I dont know, ask him.&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: Oh, well I dont know, you always talk to him...(dieyousluttybitchcarriedie)&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: Well yay for me.&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: How is Brad doing in school?&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: What is he doing?&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I. DON'T. KNOW.!&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: How's school?&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: good.&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: How good is good?&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: it is very good.&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: Ah.&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: What is happening?&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: I am disecting unborn fetus' on my lap, and eating the unformed brains.&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: Eww sick! Wanna see a picture of a naked cowboy? omg he is soo fine.&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: No thanks, I dont like cowboys, Id rather see a naked k.d.lang.&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: Ohh yourr gayy!!&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: Ohh your a fat coowww!&lt;br /&gt;Kerrington22: Just because I don't want to look at your stupid picture of naked cowboys and look at picture of Kenny fucking Cessnick or how ever you spell his stupid hick name...you need to perish. In like 12 seconds would be kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;LeesuhZayo: Well I got to go.... TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;This isnt really authentic, i was just bored waiting for star trek to come on, so i made this up. yay. but its what its usually like anyways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81119200?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81119200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81119200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81119200' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81118325</id><published>2002-09-03T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-03T21:44:04.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It beats being a Trekkie you dirty dirty whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Kelly still loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81118325?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81118325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81118325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81118325' title=''/><author><name>Bradwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12541209463493219096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81118273</id><published>2002-09-03T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-03T21:42:48.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think that it is time that everyone knows Bradwicks most hauntingly well kept secrect....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/GrandmaNakkie/atibiscreepy.gif" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true... it's true...It's all very true. To know that this is a genuine fact, I shall write a Haiku about Bradwick's addiction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ahem-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad is very bad.&lt;br /&gt;American Teen Idol sucks.&lt;br /&gt;He likes to watch it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81118273?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81118273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81118273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81118273' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579157.post-81059477</id><published>2002-09-02T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-02T18:18:21.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...my Gawd... I totally forgot about that AWSOME T.V show that you could watch on T.G.I.F on Saturdays back in the  good 'ol early 90's, &lt;b&gt;Step by Step.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That show was soo cool, not to mention &lt;a href="http://www.girltech.com/Girl_Views/GV_movie_duffy.html"&gt;PATRICK FUCKING DUFFY:&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.girltech.com/Girl_Views/Girl_Views_Graphix/duffy.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh them were thee days...thank you, lord, that they are gone. That show was horrible, and Patrick Duffy is the frickin Creepy Lord of the creepy dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/creepycomix/Creepy.html"&gt;:D&lt;/a&gt; was spotted in a pasture, pretending she was a shepard...and she was hearding the Bradwick Sheep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebpage.netscape.com/Kerrington22/shepardcreepp.JPG" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579157-81059477?l=creepycomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81059477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579157/posts/default/81059477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepycomics.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81059477' title=''/><author><name>Kerrington TeaTime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287654984070574748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
