For comparison purposes only
Sipping coffee,if I can get through this without wordpress hating on me, it’ll be far short of a miracle.
We all know water and oil don’t mix, that’s also a comparison of what follows. For a momment I was like Vlad, get in, mosey about without drawing attention of any sort.
A little something before Vlad’s night attack on the ottoman encampment.
1452, still days out from the Wallachian capital, Mehmed II set up camp. It was a splendid sight: huge and colourful, with rows of white tents stretching into the distance and banners flying proudly. There was music, the smell of roasting meat and a haze of smoke from countless little charcoal braziers. At the heart of it was his great tent and pavilion, intricately woven with decorations of gold and red.
During the early afternoon, a stocky little man with a high turban and heavy black mustache slipped into the camp. He was dressed like a member of the Turkish landed knights, the Sipahi, and spoke in a fluent, unaccented Turkish. As a result, no one questioned his presence.
The man moved through the camp, exploring and taking careful note of everything: stabling for the horses and camels, wagons of supplies, the Janissaries and the Sipahis. By the end of the afternoon, he stood in front of Mehmed II’s tent. He carefully traced his way back to the main gate, before slipping out of the camp.
It’s kinda like I what I did, snuck in, snuck out with vital intel of the left’s mindset
The randies are ain’t no better than the karens
I left their encampment with a single thought when this done and over with
one side will stand, the other will fall
Wanna know what’s worser than getting your wiener stuck in a snowbank
driving 64 mph in a 55, driving 65 in a 55, cops will be on you like bark on a tree, trust me, I know stuff, what’s worser than the wiener thing mentioned, driving 64 mph and getting passed by a G’damn bread truck, that was no creeping pass, that was flat out zoom by. Now excuse I got snowplowing to do, February ain’t over yet.
