Wilson

Life has been a little better for me since I escaped from that whacko's raft that he made out of trees and a freakin' outhouse for a sail. But I guess I should have thanked him. One more day on that island with him and I think I would have had to open up the FedEx box with the handgun in it. I enjoy beach parties, Olympic tournaments, and traveling anywhere over land... not really the tropical paradise type. Palm tree leaves for dreadlocks seemed to leave a bad taste in my air valve.
This is how my journey started. I was supposed to be fed-ex'd to the states to be a birthday present for a little girl, but, unfortunatly, the freakin' plane blew up or something.

So, I ended up here on some island, with this wacko

I guess he thought we would be friends or something

Who cares if YOU HAVE MADE FIRE Go to sleep already

yes, someone please help me....this ass put straw in my head and splattered me with blood

Help!