214.
Private to Meryl | unhackable:
You got a minute?
Private to Cassidy | unhackable:
Rematch? I don't remember who won, exactly, but hitting a few things with a heavy stick sounds like a good idea right about now.
What the hell is this letter doing on my shirt? All my shirts. I don't remember asking anyone to knit me a sweater, and even if I had, I don't think this would've been top on my list. Christ, I'd take one of those little ugly snowmen with the nose that sticks out before I'd ask for a giant P.
I'm blaming Jones.
[ooc; P for Pride? Because, I mean... really. Also, no one saw that spelling error. >.>]