My boogieman was in my dreams like Freddy he still visit me but now I am tougher.
Yes, but he left when I told him he needed to pay rent.
I am the boogeyman.
I wondered about that when I was a kid.
In the closet and he wasn't happy
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I'd like to see her pop that tittie out
The boogieman walks around my house everyday, terrorizing me every chance he gets. I tend to call him mom
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.
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
no, did it live in yours?