hh pome

im not sure if im supposed to throw up or vomit right now

angel dust: what's the matter? don't like my little gift? *he's trying to be sexy but he's failing miserably*

(i hand the card back to you) yea

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—     While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—             Only this and nothing more.”

*the room is silent for a moment, then everyone starts laughing, except for angel dust*

not finished.