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“Meet the Creepy Creeps!” sprung into action on July 27th, 2004 with the following note:

Yeah, so that's photographic evidence of hell night. After enjoying a lovely By Starlight show at the Ridglea Wine Bar in Ft. Worth, I listened to two of the most annoying and offensive individuals I've ever met. He went on and on about how women are here to "worship cock" and those who don't should be banished from earth for all eternity, and she sat there shaking her head. She kept prodding the band, asking them if their women were "satisfying" them, and he kept telling them to get rid of the girls if they weren't blow-job machines. Then he went off about the wonders of salad-tossing, and how any girl who doesn't participate in said activity just doesn't know what she wants. (And the fat girl agreed.) When he realized how uncomfortable the conversation was making me, he started asking me questions that I won't repeat. JACKASS! I'd have left, but I'd have got lost without being able to follow the band back to the highway. All I could think as I sat there was, "He's clearly a short man with a proportional package and feels inadequate about that fact; and she clearly is so ugly, (inside and out), that the only way she can get a guy is to whore herself out." I think I was right. They were... the Creepy-Creeps. May a thousand crabs attack their genitals.

I weep for humanity.