asmr....

allow me to explain.

it is a luvly sunday morn... three hours before augusts' final winds blow ever so gingerly over the verdant feilds of southern france... the same feilds that, whence i was a child, dreamt of in the lapsidasical dreams that only a young man with adventure on his mind could dream,,,,

I snapped out of my daydream and got to the situtation at hand. reaching into my leather saddle bag, strapped firmly to gilbert, my deutchs-african thoruough bread horsie, amongst other things, i managed to retrive a glock -19 handheld pistol. the date: july 4th, 1777, and i was going to stop the 4th of july from ever happening.

looking through my spyglass and off to the left of the burger king, i spotted her.. MISS abraham linkon.......... i knew that something had to be done....(cont.)