Ah Fuck Man Can I Have Some Of That Uhmmm

ah fuck man can I have some of that uhmmm

*checks notes*

fried manumission abolitionist

fried bastard orphan

fried obnoxious and disliked congressman

fried baronussy wussy

fried crossdressing sailor

fried trans French diplomat

fried Philadelphia lawyer and certified twink

fried terrible queen

fried slave owning redhead

fried mini french aristocrat

fried VERY mini former president

fried tired commander-in-chief

fried fairly normal president

Aw cool, thanks dawg.

hey man i took your blorbo and scrambled him in a bowl. yeah he's on the pan now. yeag i added some seasoning. yeah im eating him now

👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 YUSSSSSS OMG YIP YIP YAWRP YOU ARE AWESOME

no THANK YOUUUUUUUUU

*crawling into your inbox*

hi :)

seems you'd be the one with the expert opinion here

what kinda cat do you imagine the Baron von Steuben beinggg

*crawls back out of your inbox*

OOO THATS A GOOD ONE.

I had to think about this for a good while.

I would definitely say Maine Coon, he'd look best as a Maine Coon, except PERSONALITY-WISE ITS GOTTA BE SIAMESE.

Siamese cats are obedient, aggressive, elegant, and basically hate everyone except for 1-4 specific people. So PROBABLY SIAMESE 👍🐾

THANK YOUUUUUUUUU

👍👍👍👍👍👍

RIRIRIRIIRIIIIIII :D

LAURENS IS SO PROUD OF US RN😔✊✊

GUYS. NOW!!!

ITS TOMORROW

(also, I'ma just @ all some people who might care :>)

@hammyham-o-o @johnlaurensstuff @johnlaurenstheturtlelover @johnlaurensgayass @johnlaurensadmirer-johnsenpaiowo @johnlaurensdeservesbetter

ILY HAMMYHAM-O-O 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🧡

HELP the ending I actually started wheezing so uh thank you good sir for curing my depression

Dinner at Valley Forge:

Hamilton: Daddy, can you please pass the salt?

Washington, reaching for the salt and thinking in his head: 'HE CALLED ME DAD!!'

Laurens: *also reaches for the salt*

Washington: ...

Laurens: ...

Hamilton: ...

Mrs. Washington: ...

Lafayette: ...

Harrison: ...

McHenry: ...

Fitzgerald: ...

Meade, turning to Tlghman: Pay up Tench.

Tilghman, rolling his eyes and handing him ten bucks: Yeah, yeah, you win.

Baron Von Steuben, Du Ponceau, Walker, and North: *wheezing with laughter*

Washington: *slowly stands from his seat.*

Lafayette: Laurens, run.

*insert Laurens running away screaming, chased by an angry General Washington*

Lafayette: So, Hamilton, which one WERE you talking to?

Hamilton: Neither. *finger guns John Andre, chilling in the back*

Andre: *winks*

Day 2 of outing myself as a hardcore SteuPonceau shipper

(ignore the bleeding styrofoam head in the background. It's 2AM and I forgot to lock up- err I mean refine Felicia to her quarters again)