Profile #3

Profile #3: Chief Brent "Slim" Schleicher

"I have nothing to write about me, write something for me. I am not creative. And i have to clean some sand out of my groinal region..."- Chief Slim

Well the leaders will have to write this one for the Chief. Chief Slim was added to the trail for a variety of reasons. 1) He is an indian and knows the land. 2) He is an indian and knows the land. 3)"write something stupid"-Juice. 4)He knows the tall tale of Injine Roni. z) He is awesomeness and this trip would be a bust without having him on the trail.

We found Slim in Missouri with his bride to be and she was looking for a new job since the little one would be coming in the next couple of years and the current job did not have a proper childcare plan. When the opportunity came for a trip out west and a way to start a new life Chief Slim jumped on board.

We looked over his resume and we were highly impressed. He had a bachelors degree from the Mystic Lake in slot machines, a grad degree in something called a computer (we think this is a slang term for the peace pipe a sacred object of the tribes) and he knows how to put the food down. He took down 13 people in a people pie eating contest and they were about 50 pies behind him so we had to take him. We also heard that he can chug a mean beer and figured this guy would be good to have on the trip.

We must also mention his size. After the pie eating contest we saw Chief Slim walk out and get called something like pepperoni something-rother. He proceeded to wrestle the @#$%^&U*I( out of these guys. There must have been 20 guys looking to take him down and in the end there was only one...and it was him.)

It is safe to say Slim is the muscle of the group. When something is not going right all we have to do is put the big guy out there and he will rip them a new one. Among other things he is looking to find on the way to Oregon is the Chicks. I think i heard him say that Chicks dig guys who go on wagon trails west with 4 other dudes. He then proceeded to say i am a golden god while standing on top of the wagon. He may have had some peyote or just a little drunk from all the food.


Regardless here is a drawing so you can get an idea of how big he is, as well as this shoe he traded away for a Billy the Kid trading card.