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[bite2death]

Twelve e-cards.

If I get one more, I will bite you to death. I'm also in no mood to talk to you so the same applies if you comment to me or talk to me.

((OOC: I know I said I was going to be away but don't question me or I will bite you to death.))

Comments

[nicotica]

Jesus, it's like some kind of reverse psychology FORCESHIT is compelling me to send you an e-card now.

HERE TAKE IT LET'S BE FRIENDS.

[bite2death]

We're not women friends.

[nicotica]

God, don't be so picky. I was picking random things there.

HAVE SOME GAYASS BEAR-LIKE DEFORMITIES THEN. The fucking card still reminds me of alley-rape no matter how many times I view it.

[ooc:This post fills me with glee because I ship D18!]

[bite2death]

If you ever jump at me from behind a corner, I will bite you to death.

((OOC: OMG lgasjlgkjslkgsd))

[nicotica]

Whoa. WHOAAA. Calm the fuck down. It's just a card.

[bite2death]

I've gotten fifteen cards and you're not helping.

[nicotica]

Does your computer melt into a puddle of metaljuice every time you receive one or something. It's not poison, y'know.

[bite2death]

No. It's frustrating and seriously deflates my mood.