Doesn't she look sooooo cool?

DO YOU LIKE MY SOMBRERO?

TEH NAZIS ARE ATTECKHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RUHN!!!!!!!

I'm getting addicted to fags agin. Anyone got good tips to stay off the smokes? I'm drinking alot of vodka, but my girlfriend kind of dragged me back into cigs. So can I get some helps?

God, my vagina is getting really dusty...

The church didn't work out so well.... by that I mean that the threads were both deleted within 5 minutes of posting them...

Join my new church of maxism. CLICK THE MOTHERFUCKING LINK, ASSHOLE!!!!!

dudes, i totally suck dick.

These are a few good excerpts from Into The Wild, which I just finished reading again.

"I just don't understand why he had to take these kinds of chances" Billie protests through her tears. "I just don't understand it at all."

"He was really into pushing himself," explains Gordy Cuccullu, a younger member of the team. "Chris invented this workout he called Road Warriors: He would lead us on long, killer runs through places like farmers' fields and construction sites, places we weren't supposed to be, to get us intentionally lost."

"Rather than fame, than faith, than fortune, give me truth."
-Henry David Thorugh

"Chris didn't understand how someone could go hungry, especially in this country. He would rave about this kind of thing for hours."
On one occasion he even picked up a vagrant off the street and put him in the Airstream trailer his parents parked beside the garage. Walt and Billie never knew they were hosting a vagrant.

April 27th, 1992
Welcome from Fairbanks! This is the last you shall hear from me Wayne. Arrived here 2 days ago. It was very difficult to catch rides in the Yukon territory. But I'm finally here.
Please return all mail I receive from the Sender. It might be a very long time before I return to the south. If this trip proves to be fatal and you never hear from me again I want you to know you're a great man. I now walk into the wild. Alex.

You're really good. You're like, a hundred thousand times better than any apple I've ever had. I'm not super-man, I'm Supertramp, and you're Superapple.."
-Chris Mccandles talking to his apple.

TWO YEARS HE WALKS THE EARTH. NO PHONE, NO POOL, NO PETS, NO CIGARETTES. ULTIMATE FREEDOM.AN EXTREMEST. AN AESTHETIC VOYAGER WHO'S HOME IS THE ROADESCAPED FROM ATLANTA. THOU SHALT NOT RETURN 'CAUSE "THE WESTISTHE BEST." AND NOW AFTER TWO RAMBLING YEARS COMES THE FINAL AND GREATEST ADVENTURE. THE CLIMACTIC BATTLE TO KILL THE FALSE BEING WITHIN AND VICTORIOUSLY CONCLUDE THE SPIRITUAL REVOLUTION. TEN DAYS AND NIGHTS OF FREIGHT TRAINS AND HITCHHIKING BRING HIM TO THE GREAT WHITE NORTH. NO LONGER TO BE POISENED BY CIVILIZATION HE FLEES, AND WALKS ALONE UPON THE LAND TO BECOME LOST IN THE WILD

CHRIS MCCANDLESS AKA ALEXANDER SUPERTRAMP
May 1992

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.PENIS!