I’ve found dead mosquitoes in my house every morning for some days. Various rude volcanoes on my skin assure me the pests were very much alive some hours ago.
Is my blood poisoning them? Ohmigod! What is that evil broth that’s coursing up and down my veins?
And what’s with the stupid mosquitoes? Don’t they have some sort of sixth sense that tells them to keep away from Inky, the Poisonous One?
This is the cruellest parody of the shama-parwana legend I can think of.
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Um...funny. Is that supposed to happen?O.o
ink perhaps?
Perhaps you are faced with mosquitos with a sensitivity and conscience that makes them commit suicide when they realize the gravity of their torments.
Others have said it, but there is no reason why I shouldn't - Great Template!!!
@Deepak: Thanks! At least someone sympathises with me!
I have people asking me if they can bottle my blood and sell it as poison!
Pleo chile, people buy poison to kill themselves. Want coffee?
Yinkspill
Don't worry, it's not like we have a shortage of mossies in this world ;)
Wish Dr. Ross found you before beginning his research. Imagine the lives you would have saved :-)
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