wrong, there are still feathers on that chicken's legs!
Is it worth it to live like him?
I sometimes consider going to live in the woods all by myself
He didn't live in the woods. He lived in a barrel on the streets.
The woods was Zarathustra. Equally fine for both especially if you begin wandering out of the forest to preach the Ubermensche after 30 years of being in the forest.
boy that sure is a human.
Any drawfags up for a pone edit of this?
Go home diogenes, you're drunk
Purple sure is. She never disappoints.