One time I wandered into this small Washington town looking for an old friend of mine, but this azzhole local sheriff, started giving me a bunch of schit. Him and his deputies tried to hold me down and shave me, but I had this flashback to my time as a prisoner of war. I couldn’t help myself and unleashed my fury on them then escaped. They started a manhunt for me, but I evaded them and the body count mounted till they called in my former commander who managed to talk me down even though they drew first blood.
I just had to get that off my chest. Something happened today and got me to thinking about it. Don’t worry I’ll be alright. Was drinking alone in my cabin in the woods when they sent a helicopter to ask me to come back for a secret mission only I could complete. I told them to fugg off but they keep persisting. Thank God I’ve got the fire to keep me sane...
Need T&A pics or I'm calling BS
