A phrase that indicates when one is perceived as a creeper even if he/she is not directly doing any creeping. It can be used to describe a perfectly normal, not creepy person who has made company with a creepy person, and therefore is seen as creepy.
Joe: Jason wanted me to go to the party last night with him so he could forget about his breakup, but he ended up just spying on his ex all night.
Dave: Woah. It sounds like you ended up being creepy by association.
Dave: Woah. It sounds like you ended up being creepy by association.
by florida is too hot August 27, 2010
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Teenagers from Multi cultural England, especially London. Use of Slang/Multiethnolect words.
Other associated words are Kicks, sneakers.
Teenagers from Multi cultural England, especially London. Use of Slang/Multiethnolect words.
Other associated words are Kicks, sneakers.
Oh my days, look at dem creps...= Person is loving the sports shoes
Dem creps are well washed... = Those trainers are lame
Dem creps are well washed... = Those trainers are lame
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when someone has that face that when you look at it you think that person is going to rape you OR
someone is so creepy that you just have no other way of describing them
someone is so creepy that you just have no other way of describing them
by Flying flipping fucker October 23, 2011
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"Jim, I found a good map on this game. I wonder who made it."
"I think that was made by someone like creepycats."
"I think that was made by someone like creepycats."
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In some accounts they appear to have their own personal adventure writer attached.
They run around committing deeds of a creepy nature.
They are attracted to various member's of the Supernatural Cast.
They have a strange need to make shrines.
They circulated 'The Picture'
They can be lured in for capture by producing cookies or pizza.
In some accounts they appear to have their own personal adventure writer attached.
They run around committing deeds of a creepy nature.
They are attracted to various member's of the Supernatural Cast.
They have a strange need to make shrines.
They circulated 'The Picture'
They can be lured in for capture by producing cookies or pizza.
Why is that girl sniffing her panda hat?
Don't worry it's a Team Creepy thing.
That superhero just winked at me and said "Creeper love is deeper love"
They must be an elusive Team Creepy member, they are very rare you know.
Don't worry it's a Team Creepy thing.
That superhero just winked at me and said "Creeper love is deeper love"
They must be an elusive Team Creepy member, they are very rare you know.
by loverofthepie December 2, 2011
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Get the Fresh creps mug.Creepypastas are disturbing ghost, or horror stories in general that lurk through the interwebz, mainly on 4chan's /b/. A recent gif that was released in a creepypasta thread showed a seperate creepypasta thread and after a minute or so released a pop-up face that scared the shit out of me. . .
In the dark past before history began, humanity learned to fear. Huddled in the darkness on the plains of Africa, our earliest ancestors listened as lions stalked through the night around them. Deep in the caves of Europe, later men kept watch around their fires in the snowy winter, telling stories of horrors living hidden in the gloom outside. In the Middle East, just as the Sumerians began to scratch cuneiform on stone tablets, farmers sacrificed their livestock to demons they believed lived in the desert.
Over time, we’ve learned to control our fears. To take them down to size. The lions in Africa were held back by fences of barbed plants, then hunted down with guns to near extinction. The horrors in the snowy winter of Europe were cast aside by the retreat of the glaciers and by the flaming torch of human progress. The demons living in the sand lost their sacrifices as time went forward.
In the twenty first century, we have the internet, we have half-mile high buildings, we have networks of roads spanning continents and air traffic going around the world. We look to horror stories, thrill rides, and late night television gore-fests to satisfy our psychological need for fear here in the western world. It’s almost like fear is a toy for us now; we only know true fear a few times in our adult lives.
But all of those terrifying stories our ancestors told around fires? All of the things they saw when they looked out into the blizzards of the ancient past? They aren’t gone. Where the lights don’t reach, where the shadows dominate, they still live. They crawl in their eternal crypts, dreaming horrible, dark dreams as the ages pass them by. Outside of the range of cell phones, away from all the commercial flight paths and shipping lanes, where no one can see, they build their kingdoms. Underground, they feast on whatever crawls by them. Nightmarish masses of twisted flesh and muscle, dark even against the darkness, they wait.
Because one day, the lights are going to go out again, and they aren’t ever going to come back on.
Guy 1: God dammit, well I can't get to sleep now.
Guy 2: What the hell. I just pissed myself . . .
Guy 3: Worst. Creepypasta. EVER
Over time, we’ve learned to control our fears. To take them down to size. The lions in Africa were held back by fences of barbed plants, then hunted down with guns to near extinction. The horrors in the snowy winter of Europe were cast aside by the retreat of the glaciers and by the flaming torch of human progress. The demons living in the sand lost their sacrifices as time went forward.
In the twenty first century, we have the internet, we have half-mile high buildings, we have networks of roads spanning continents and air traffic going around the world. We look to horror stories, thrill rides, and late night television gore-fests to satisfy our psychological need for fear here in the western world. It’s almost like fear is a toy for us now; we only know true fear a few times in our adult lives.
But all of those terrifying stories our ancestors told around fires? All of the things they saw when they looked out into the blizzards of the ancient past? They aren’t gone. Where the lights don’t reach, where the shadows dominate, they still live. They crawl in their eternal crypts, dreaming horrible, dark dreams as the ages pass them by. Outside of the range of cell phones, away from all the commercial flight paths and shipping lanes, where no one can see, they build their kingdoms. Underground, they feast on whatever crawls by them. Nightmarish masses of twisted flesh and muscle, dark even against the darkness, they wait.
Because one day, the lights are going to go out again, and they aren’t ever going to come back on.
Guy 1: God dammit, well I can't get to sleep now.
Guy 2: What the hell. I just pissed myself . . .
Guy 3: Worst. Creepypasta. EVER
by HOLYFUCKINGSHITASSCOCK August 12, 2009
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