It's not everyday that Carrot Top goes to your local bar and ruins a picture with you and your friends, but when he does, you might just have a shot at Creep of the Week. Creepy Scale:
It looks like this creep is simply ruining a picture of a happy couple, doesn't it? Well, you're wrong. Again. Like the time you thought drying your underwear in the oven was a good idea. Still want to know what going on here? Too bad. Stop being wrong, and maybe I'll let you know. Until then, use the Laundromat down the block, you fucking weirdo.
Would you believe me if I said that this picture was actually meant for the creep in the back, and right before the camera flashed 6 chicks swooped in and ruined HIS picture? That my friends is the future of creeping.
Looks like taking a few tabs of acid on the booze cruise wasn't the best idea. Later on that night as Jimbo continued to see small animals talking to him, his wife put his balls in a vice and castrated him. Good work pal
The hot-dog burp this guy released moments later caused a chain reaction of panic, projectile vomiting, and uncontrollable weeping. Some say it was the best night of their lives.
What's worse than being a cab driver in NYC? Running over a magical leprechaun on St. Patty's Day. Good luck finding the gold now, Sabul (actual name of driver).
Regardless of the results, I have a feeling these two have a bright future together. Call me crazy, but during that abnormally excessive celebration dance, I saw a twinkle in his eye. A love twinkle.
Fast forward 30 minutes to when this creep snags the girl in gray, climbs the Empire State Building, repeatedly pounds his chest, swats down 14 military aircraft's, and then hides in Central Park so he can cry in fetal position.
