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deathisflowinginmyveins:

joquer:

deathisflowinginmyveins:

“ I hate it when Valentine’s Day approaches, idiot men killing my roses to give their girlfriends ”

I know!!

B o o r i n g g g, roses killing Juliets after their Romeos court them with the littler flowers though… now that’s a whole ‘nother ballgame.

Guessin’ that’s the part where you come in, Pammy? Oooh, booby-trapped roses, if ya ever do that I get partial credit for offering the idea up to ya in a golden platter. 

ah… ha… haa_aa

Pamela gave a low laugh to hear the clown, a wicked grin appeared on her face. “For an idiot clown you have good ideas,” she said in a sarcastic tone. “Sometimes.”

Oh, he knew. Ideas were something he was never short on, especially those kinds of ideas. Though quite honestly, “sometimes” does not cut it to describe the level of genius his schemes usually entail. That’s a lapse of judgement on people’s behalf that the Harlequin of Hate can forgive, however.  Joker’s lips stretch out into a wide, silver-clad grin. “Thank you! And what kinda ideas do you have? Anything on the horizon you’d care to share with yours truly? Oh please, please, please, I promise I won’t  t _e l  _l …”