He may have penned a tale beginning:
It was a late summer afternoon. Pooh had wiped down his !911A1 and could be found sitting in his overstuffed chair. His feet rested on the Ottoman and the fire crackled in the fireplace, warming the Tigger-skinned rug on the floor.
Suddenly, he hears a noise outside. Pooh said, "Oh bother!" grabs his AR15 SBR and chambers a full-tilt 5.56 62-grain PSP, slicing the pie, while scouting for the threat.
Help me finish this story.
It was a late summer afternoon. Pooh had wiped down his !911A1 and could be found sitting in his overstuffed chair. His feet rested on the Ottoman and the fire crackled in the fireplace, warming the Tigger-skinned rug on the floor.
Suddenly, he hears a noise outside. Pooh said, "Oh bother!" grabs his AR15 SBR and chambers a full-tilt 5.56 62-grain PSP, slicing the pie, while scouting for the threat.
Help me finish this story.
