The CEO steps down...

Pretty, pretty seahorse

...to try his hand at the shit life with the lowly factory elf. Will this now be a thing? All signs point to yes. Actually, that was the plan all along, but everybody knows how life gets in the way. Pretty seahorse!

Fell in love with a girl and she sucked.

Tired of cutting words out of magazines to send a message to that not-so-special-anymore someone? That's cool, we did it for you this time!

Pittsburgh as Fuck

Pittsburgh: fuck other cities

At Creeps, Inc. we <3 Pittsburgh. As such, we have decided to introduce a Steel City themed product line to our otherwise off-color selection.

This card was lovingly crafted with textured and flocked card stock. It is living proof that passive-aggression can be beautiful. The outside is innocuous enough, but the inside reads, "fuck other cities." At Creeps, Inc., that is a value we wholeheartedly espouse.

We <3 Pittsburgh

These earrings are pretty and 100% non-offensive. (Can you tell who was behind this idea)? I made these using PMC (precious metal clay) which fires into fine silver after being baked in a kiln at 1290 degrees F. After firing, the metal is oxidized and polished to a mirror-like shine. Since I am part crow and cannot resist shiny things, these are right up my alley.

Keep checking our Etsy for more Pittsburgh-themed wares. We have a few things in the making, but it's a surprise!

Sweatshop

In the sweatshop, cheap beer is the only sustenance provided.

Introducing House Money, the #1 factory elf at Creeps, Inc. When she is not working, she sleeps under a troll bridge and slurps algae from rocks, Gollum-style, while muttering "my preeeeccciousss."

In her free time, she enjoys clipping her toenails, cleaning up cat vomit, and muttering off-handed comments to the CEO.

House Money - Factory Elf

This is House Money hard at work. She has been working 16 hours straight without any breaks. 

Meet the Administration

The CEO in his natural habitat

Introducing the CEO of Creeps, Inc. - the well-traveled, well-read, well-to-do founder of our illustrious enterprise. His name is Money Cat, but prefers to be addressed as Rolo McFlurry.  The idea for Creeps, Inc began as a seed in his brain when he was a wee lad, travelling through the moors of Scotland. When he came back to the States, he searched for the perfect factory elf who would work for cake and signed a release to never take a break.

His dreams came true when he interviewed House Money. She was living under a bridge, eating algae. To her, cake seemed like a luxury few could afford. She immediately accepted the position.

While Money Cat is enjoying his coffee and cigarette, House Money is diligently at work wondering when she will get her next piece of cake.

Launch!