no, did it live in yours?
Still does. Bastard never pays rent and is always eating up my Cheetos!
He ate ma cheetos doritos fritos and even my mosquitos. Lets write him an angry letter and put it in a glass of mojito
I used to think maybe. When I was a kid, I mean. My sister and I actually had a name for our closet monster: Stanley. I couldn't decide if I believed in him or not.
The boogieman walks around my house everyday, terrorizing me every chance he gets. I tend to call him mom
In the closet and he wasn't happy
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I'd like to see her pop that tittie out
I wondered about that when I was a kid.
I am the boogeyman.
Yes, but he left when I told him he needed to pay rent.
My boogieman was in my dreams like Freddy he still visit me but now I am tougher.