It would have to be a 20 something female model with severe sex addiction and neck-down alopecia
who could cook
Today is not just about laboratory research or ghost-chasing (please don't ask about that last sentence).
I'd like to offer up a simple question : If you were to be stranded on a deserted island somewhere off the coast of the South Pacific and you were allowed 1 - you got it? one - other person to spend the rest of your foreseeable future with, who would it be? Someone you know? Someone you don't? Would you opt to spend it alone?
Post your honest answer here, please!
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It would have to be a 20 something female model with severe sex addiction and neck-down alopecia
who could cook
Haha neck down alopecia! Only way you could improve that is she has a disorder where she doesn't age.... And poos fresh awesome meat and can make awesome cooking equipment from stuff found on the island!
This is also who I want!
Is Stephen Hawking an acceptable choice? It'd have to be an intelectual for me to stand being around them for extended periods. And Hawking would be fun to debate.
For Our Lord Sheogorath, without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting. Blessed are the Madmen, for they hold the keys to secret knowledge. Blessed are the Phobic, always wary of that which would do them harm. Blessed are the Obsessed, for their courses are clear. Blessed are the Addicts, may they quench the thirst that never ebbs. Blessed are the Murderous, for they have found beauty in the grotesque. Blessed are the Firelovers, for their hearts are always warm. Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real. Blessed are the Musicians, for in their ears they hear the music of the soul. Blessed are the Sleepless, as they bask in wakeful dreaming. Blessed are the Paranoid, ever-watchful for our enemies. Blessed are the Visionaries, for their eyes see what might be. Blessed are the Painlovers, for in their suffering, we grow stronger. Blessed is the Madgod, who tricks us when we are foolish, punishes us when we are wrong, tortures us when we are unmindful, and loves us in our imperfection.
You would have to take care of him remember it would be just you and him....
This is a rediculous hypothetical.
Since the universe revolves around me, I cannot be stranded in any sense of the word.
But if I chose to disallow others within a certain distance of me, as I am known to do occasionally, I do it for the uninterrupted company of an attractive young woman.
Even though animals willingly leap into spitfires for the opportunity to feed me, it still aint gonna suck itself.
I agree with this one. I would want Stephen Hawking to be stranded with me on some deserted island. Since he's a loser who isn't even smart enough to move his body, I can use him as bait to attract bears.
When a bear approaches, and begins to regretfully devour Mr. Hawking alive, I will arrive just in time to show the bear a bit of flim-flam and the Red Right Hand of Eastwood, chasing it away.
Then, when the bear is gone, and Mr. Hawking is dead, I can roast his body over an open flame and eat him for nourishment while I wait for rescue.
For those of you who thought I would kill the bear and eat him, shame on you. I am not a murderer.
Bear Grylls, I might have to drink my own piss, but who else could pull off an escape >_>
Looks like i'm stranded on this island MIGHT AS WELL DEBATE SOMEONE
Dodie16 :3 What, do I need to explain? I'd tell her we need to repopulate, and she would totally understand and go along with this plan! Plus, snuggles on a beach <3 Anyhoo...
Wuv, Yer Mom
For Our Lord Sheogorath, without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting. Blessed are the Madmen, for they hold the keys to secret knowledge. Blessed are the Phobic, always wary of that which would do them harm. Blessed are the Obsessed, for their courses are clear. Blessed are the Addicts, may they quench the thirst that never ebbs. Blessed are the Murderous, for they have found beauty in the grotesque. Blessed are the Firelovers, for their hearts are always warm. Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real. Blessed are the Musicians, for in their ears they hear the music of the soul. Blessed are the Sleepless, as they bask in wakeful dreaming. Blessed are the Paranoid, ever-watchful for our enemies. Blessed are the Visionaries, for their eyes see what might be. Blessed are the Painlovers, for in their suffering, we grow stronger. Blessed is the Madgod, who tricks us when we are foolish, punishes us when we are wrong, tortures us when we are unmindful, and loves us in our imperfection.
It's okay the stork brings babies to you! If only babies came with a free pizza.
Tom hanks, maybe he can make us a boat and we can escape off the island.
:|
Well that was easy.
My boyfriend. Once I got over the initial stage of blaming him for some bullshit reason as to why we were on an island in the middle of freakin' nowhere, he'd forgive me and I'd probably start seeing the fun side of things. Unless in the event of a tsunami or some shit, because then it'd go back to being his fault.
Between us, we can cook. He's been in the army, so he has an understanding of basic survival, first aid, etc. He won't have a gun, but I can make a bow and some arrows that we can hunt with seeing as he's a pretty good shot. We'll both loose weight because he doesn't like chicken or fish, and I don't eat if it's too hot or humid.
We'd also have a lot of privacy, ya know, to do what we really like... being ourselves! We'll make our own spiritual religion, build a large camp fire surrounded by mud idols, paint video game inspired tribal markings on our naked bodies and dance around all night long. Of course, a boat or plane might eventually spot us, which will be embarrassing, and then I can blame him again.
Don't forget dental work.He makes a good fire as well
You'd be amazed how quickly you would regret not bringing an expirenced dentist with you.
But he loses his best friend. So wouldn't that mean you'd fall off the boat?
Most human beings have the useful and sometimes undervalued ability to swim under their own power.But he loses his best friend. So wouldn't that mean you'd fall off the boat?
Falling off a log raft may be unnerving during a storm, but probably not deadly in itself.
I'd be more worried about Tom Hanks trying to paint my face with a bloody hand print.
My beautiful dog. No contest. Other people??! As if. I dont think Id want to leave the island but still Id like the freedom of choice.
Would this island be like the lost island were there a polar bears? And would there be a task to do such as figure out a code and then tap it in every so often?
Probably The Doctor, as in from Doctor Who. Cause he gets out of the most insane situations as is with people trying to kill him. And on an island with just us 2 I figure he could find a solution pretty damn quick to get back.
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