I sort of called Jefferson a dick without actually calling him a dick in my paper.
“Jefferson, acting in a manner quite like his bird’s namesake, decided to issue a warrant for Burr’s arrest before gaining any proof of the matter.”
Check out this cutie - working hard on his climbing technique.
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I feel like this sloth is Laurens and is judging me. Telling me to go write my paper but how dare I write about the man who killed Hamilton.
Could someone tell me where to find the quote about Burr running away from home as a child and climbing the mast of a ship?
edit: Never mind found it
Yes I love it! Thank you!
I’m writing a paper about Burr after the duel for one of my classes. Got any links or suggestions for primary sources?
I just had a thought. Lafayette is like the French version of Jefferson, but more adorable.
Kyra and Crystal both suggested I found a John Laurens Association
since one doesn’t exist for him yet (and Lord knows everyone else has one) and
do not think myself equal
to the task I am honored with
I’d help/ join!
Hamilton and Adams entered the green. Not a typical green,one fitting the stature of both of the men. They decided upon a game to settle their differences instead of a duel. Those were so over rated, and Hamilton had soooo already done that. So what was a better way of deciding what flavor ice cream would be served at important meetings than a game of miniature golf? (Madison wanted to go too but it was a man to man battle and they could allow no spectators.)
Hamilton demanded a creamy strawberry with real fruit bits, where Adams wanted simple vanilla thinking Hamilton was too crazy for his ice cream flavors.
Being the most miniature, Adams went first.
He walks to the first hole and stares down the silly alligator set up to, if the players were lucky enough to hit the ball in it’s mouth, would assure them a hold in one victory. Adams would get victory over the young upstart the General so adored. He set down his ball, glared against the harsh light of the inside florescent lights and swung his club!
His ball went up up up and over the alligator, getting into a nearby bush.
Hamilton chortled at his appointment’s horrible aim and swing. Ha! He would win this yet! It was a good thing Jefferson loved miniature golf, even though he always made fun of Hamilton while they played it for his height.
It was Hamilton’s turn and he swung and got it inside the Alligator’s mouth in the first hit A HOLE IN ONE! He did a little victory dance while Adamns grew red in the face, much like a ripe strawberry of his beloved ice cream. He would win this! He would show all of those guys at Congress his ice cream was best! (however no one else really cared and were more amused by the idea of the two playing the game to settle ice cream flavors.)
But not Lafayette! Sweets were really important to him too, and even though his favorite flavor was chocolate with marshmallows, whipped cream, cookie dough, and almonds even strawberry was better than just plain vanilla.
He had to support his bestest friend in his endvor! So he hid in the bushes along the course. Close to where Adamons’ hit his ball.
The resst of the game when much in the same manner and before they knew it they wre at the last hole. Some how tied. This was the final hole, the one hole seperating the gentlemen from their desired ice cream flavors for an entire year.
This time it was Hamitlon who went first, because he was winning or so he thought. At the critical moment, right when the club was about to hit th eball, LAFAYETTE JUMPED OUT OF THE BUSHES!
MON AMI! MON AMI! HELP I AM BEING CHASED BY THE MOST SAVAGE OF AMERICAN BEES!!!
IT was true, Lafayette was being chased all around the indoor field of minature golf followed by ginormious bees! How bees got inside and managed to build such a big nest no one would ever know, but Hamitlton suspected Burr. You knever know what that guy is up to. It was just like him to plant bees to mess up Hamilton’s faitful stroke for his flavor of ice cream!
But what happened to the ball you ask? Why it hit Lafayette square on the head as he dove under the windmill to get away from the bees. It then bounced off the bee’s backs and amazingly enough RIGHT INTO THE HOLE! IT WAS A HOLE IN ONE! VICTORY FOR HAMILTON!
Hamilton could not believe it! He won, well that he could believe, but his dear friend Lafayette was badly injured from the bee’s and the golf ball. Both of the minature men ran over to where Lafayette was lying dazed and confused hiding under the windmill. It clashed horribly with is nicely pressed blue uniform and was a stunning shade of brilliant yellow. They had to get the bee’s away from him, so they started swatting at them with their clubs.
Luckily the bees were afraid of two short men wheilding clubs and flew back to their Burr built nest in the bushes.
Lafayette are you okay?? Adams asked the poor Frenchman.
Mooon Duuuuue. He moaned and rubbed his head.
Together Adamns and Hamilton carried Lafayette away from the minature golf arena and silently decided to let him decide their ice cream flavor to make him feel better about his injuries. Even though Hamitlon totally won!
It’s waht bestests friends are for, and Adams agreed out of pity but not that he was worried or anything like that no not John Adamns.
I feel like writing historical crack fanfiction. Someone give me a prompt.