This is what the space shuttle looks like on a truck. Is space shuttle capitalized? I dunno. "Shuddle".

Famous wig shop that I heard about CONTINUALLY while I was in Knoxville. Is everybody bald there? I dunno.

Hey, this is that band called Destroyer. This picture was taken the night we got back to Chicago, but it was on Hannah's camera, so the file numbers come before mine. Big whup.

Hannah takes a picture of some grass. Please note my fingers covered in BBQ salt which was good to lick off and rub on my pants.

Hannah & Marcelle leaving a store that had a name like GIANT PEOPLE IN SWEAT CLOTHES SHOP HERE, NATCH.

Hannah is all like, "Ewww, Marcelle...you like these boots?"

And Marcelle is like, "Uh, yeah, they're made from southern human skin!"

and then they were like, "LET'S GET SOME CANCER NOW!"

I named this cat Bertrand Aristide IV but Marcelle was like, "Um, no".

HANNAH VERSUS CAT, CAT AND HANNAH WIN (somebody straighten the things on the coffee table please).

Please click on this picture to see the video called WINDOW KNOCKING, DOG BARKING.

This is Marcelle's house. It was built in 1860 and was part of the Underground Railroad. I mean, you can win a drawing of it here.

This guy sounded like Brian Sowell, looked a little like Brian Sowell, but turned out to NOT be Brian Sowell.

Dog trying to hump window, commonly found in the south.

Marcelle was going to buy this house but OH MY GOD LOOK AT THE LAWN WOULD YOU BUY A HOUSE WITH A LAWN LIKE THAT? Geez, no.

Marcelle looking at some food at a restaurant that I forget the name of. I bet she'll ask me to take this picture down SO LOOK AT IT WHILE YOU CAN.

Please note death year: 1911 = 1 9/11 HOLY SHIT CONSPIRACY!!! Just kidding, that lady killed herself by jumping out a window.

YOU CAN SAY THAT AGAIN.

Golden dome space sphere WHICH IS TOTALLY WORTHLESS, YOU CAN'T EVEN GO IN IT.

I can't remember the name of the plant behind these restaurants, but it totally destroyed 99% of the Tennessee river valley (is there a TN river valley? I dunno.)

Ok, that stuff is called Kudzu. Some people eat it. SOME PEOPLE ARE SICK. See pictures of Kudzu eating vehicles, DOPE!

I was so excited that somebody had drawn a boob-line on this guy, but it turned out to be deliberate and the people I was with thought I was a lout.

"We don't need no Stinking Creek Road!"

My favorite part of the trip: our visit to Colon-el Sanders' first ever chicken death concentration slaughter murder furnace food camp. It smelled good there.

This sign reads: Colonel Sanders was a racist & you can buy fireworks at the next highway exit.

Here the Colonel demonstrates how to strangle human children and fold their brittle bones to they can fit into the frying basket. IT'S GOOD!

I am sleeping with (on) another man.

At this rate, 1,700 pieces of chicken lumps cost $400.71. Don't worry, I did the math.

EAT THIS CHICKEN, FUCKER! EAT IT, YOU DON'T HAVE A GOD-DAMNED CHOICE.

The Colonel is saying, "The chicken souls go to heaven but the gizzards go into your bowels and you get cancer."

Hannah said, "Hey, that's an Erdman!" and I replied, "Not yet, but soon".

Why is the majority of soldiers at war men? THAT'S SO FUCKING SEXIST, MILLION MAN MARCH RIGHT NOW, I DEMAND IT, I'M GOING TO SLEEP
UNTIL 3PM TOMORROW AND SOMEBODY HAD BETTER COOKED ME SOME FUCKING WAFFLES WHEN I GET UP.

Thanks for looking at my pictures.

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