They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.

My dream car, the Great Red Shark!

The wolverine looks so cuddly!

That animal is stuffed

Wolverine is looking for a blast off that smoke

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Aint no way you didnt even take the watermark off before reposting 💀

This dudes daily diet was insane.

3:00 p.m. rise 3:05 Chivas Regal with the morning papers, Dunhills 3:45 cocaine 3:50 another glass of Chivas, Dunhill 4:05 first cup of coffee, Dunhill 4:15 cocaine 4:16 orange juice, Dunhill 4:30 cocaine 4:54 cocaine 5:05 cocaine 5:11 coffee, Dunhills 5:30 more ice in the Chivas 5:45 cocaine, etc., etc. 6:00 grass to take the edge off the day 7:05 Woody Creek Tavern for lunch-Heineken, two margaritas, coleslaw, a taco salad, a double order of fried onion rings, carrot cake, ice cream, a bean fritter, Dunhills, another Heineken, cocaine, and for the ride home, a snow cone (a glass of shredded ice over which is poured three or four jig­gers of Chivas) 9:00 starts snorting cocaine seriously 10:00 drops acid 11:00 Chartreuse, cocaine, grass 11:30 cocaine, etc, etc. 12:00 midnight, Hunter S. Thompson is ready to write 12:05-6:00 a.m. Chartreuse, cocaine, grass, Chivas, coffee, Heineken, clove cigarettes, grapefruit, Dunhills, orange juice, gin, continuous pornographic movies. 6:00 the hot tub-champagne, Dove Bars, fettuccine Alfredo 8:00 Halcyon 8:20 sleep

I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas, or at home—and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed—breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: Four bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crêpes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef-hash with diced chilies, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert… Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty four hours, and at least one source of good music… All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of the hot sun, and preferably stone naked.

For starters

Yeah, maybe I’m wrong. But I know a good amount about the guy and never heard of a pet Wolverine

The man was / is a legend. A mythological being. A god.

>This dudes daily diet was insane.

3:00 p.m. rise 3:05 Chivas Regal with the morning papers, Dunhills 3:45 cocaine 3:50 another glass of Chivas, Heineken, Chivas etc....

tldr; Hunter S Thompson was the real Liver King

God's own prototype, never meant for mass production.

Dont disrespect HST like tht

It’s weird he has a Colorado emissions sticker that we used at the time, but he’s in Woody Creek which is Pitkin county and they didn’t do emissions testing.

Nice . God love him!

I think there was emissions testing briefly somewhere around 1999-2002. Then they figured out it wasn't feasible on the western slope.

Are you sure? What evidence do we have?

He sings tonight. 3:02 a.m.

Ah, I didn’t know they tried that, but it makes sense. I was happy when they retired those stickers.

Too dangerous to live, yet too rare to die.

This isn’t true and was something his agent said to a magazine IIRC.

Go watch the documentary gonzo it may not be 100% accurate but the dude went hard all the way until the end.

Honestly xx I don’t have a lot of evidence, I have read a good amount of his books, and I own some compendiums of his articles etc. I just never heard of a pet Wolverine that I can think of. I totally could be wrong tho just making conversation

It seems reasonable. I read he did have stuffed animals. But I really want him to have had a pet wolverine!

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Lol, me too, to be fair, it totally is something he would do. Too crazy to live, too rare to die