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We need botony boy there to run our modest grow operation.

:devil:

I'm just gonna leave these here next to the sex machines.

Botany Boy might be in charge of island horticulture. (You can take a whore to culture, but you can't make her think.)

Perfect! I can't imagine this working without pot. Gotta keep the super political from killing one another somehow.

Actually, I was thinking we need the pot so that we can endure the super political instead of turning them into human sacrifices to appease the island Gods.
 
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Some of the trees have interesting formations...

Would anyone mind if I anchored my house raft in a cove?
I would like a quiet place to empty myself of fixations.

Would anyone mind if there were mini amphorae floating about ?
(I will write my nonsense in symbols, and it will be nonsensical.
Maybe, some of my nonsense will be accidentally amusing.)

I'm almost certain that paper, cork, and sealing wax have practical uses.
The broken amphorae might make cozy new homes for delicious sea creatures.

Is it OK if I set off fireworks, on the tiny, rocky islets, on occaision ?

I'll answer the call, when food gathering, foraging, gardening, and firewood duty need extra hands.
 
Oh my. Leave it to Figby. Gently used? I don't need to know.

As to island Goddesses, I vote lady deity collective. You're in, eve's in, Mischka's in. Everyone's in! Wait, this got complicated. Okay, I second neci.

i love lady deity.

island goddesses.

:heart:

i want my hole to be near a fresh water creak. regular dinners. sky viewing parties on the lawn late at night.
 
I would like to be the judicial branch of this island. I may scream "Off with their head!" but I truly don't mean it....much.
 
As Gianbattista said recently, some of us thought we might respond to KS' Jeremiad by starting new threads and seeing if they sink or swim.

This is not remotely an original thread, since it was started by the late lamented Jelly before she left for a better place. I think it was on How To then and perhaps did not get the traction it deserved in that charming but somewhat bucolic location.

The idea is very simple. Laurel decides to use some of her well-gotten trillions on buying a private island for Litizens. The discussion more or less goes from there, but a few obvious questions to consider:

What island do we buy? ( I rather like this one.)
What do we bring with us?
Who wants to come?
Do we manage to maintain one island, or will we require an archipelago for the various factions?
How long before we develop a cargo cult/war with the Playgrounders/interesting new disease/etc?

From what I remember last time, it all got delightfully sordid quite early on with people fighting over 1HF and Garnate. That would be a bonus, naturally.

If you found the How To too bucolic for this scintillating thread, why not turn the three hour cruise about and head off to the bustle of urban life to be found in the LA that is The Playground, Skipper?
 
What are the immigration requirements?

From past board observation I can predict that one of the requirements for women be that they are so wet that anything other than a perfectly level surface will find them sliding towards the 'downhill' side. (Obviously the island won't be in need of any levels for construction purposes.) Breast size will be variable. 34B for everyday wear up to 54FFF for those 'special' occasions.

And all the men will be at least 8"..........flaccid. (Which leaves one to wonder how much blood is left to support mental activity. Then again, most women don't think men have any anyway so who cares?) Girth, like breasts, will be variable. (Guess who gets the 'remote' for that?)

The island will have to have an enormously large closet, and a shoe rack that would make Imelda Marcos green with envy. The men will be allowed a moderate sized tool box and a Skil Saw.

The term "Wearing a pearl necklace" will have an entirely new meaning when you, the men, have to dive for the Pearls.

As far as governance goes, the original premise is an absolute dictatorship. If it is benevolent it will be the most efficient form known to man...........until the dictator dies. It will be an island that even Aldous Huxley never quite envisioned.

The societal bifurcation will come when the ladies start fighting over whether the island should be vegan or not. (Soft drinks may turn out to be a major issue as well.) And then there will be the inevitable friction over dresses that may be a little to close in design and appearance.

All in all I don't think I'd want to live there, even if I did make the 8" when flaccid cut.

Ishmael
 
I'll be there. I'll bring rum, fine yarn, sharp knives, and my favorite masseur. He'll rub us on the beach while we sip coconut water cocktails.
 
I'll be there. I'll bring rum, fine yarn, sharp knives, and my favorite masseur. He'll rub us on the beach while we sip coconut water cocktails.

Hmmm, reminds me of a local favorite in the Bahama's. Drill a hole in a freshly plucked coconut (not husked). Pour the milk out (use it as you wish), and replace it with island rum. (I like Barbados rum, but to each their own.) Cork it and bury it in the sand for a couple of weeks. Enjoy.

Ishmael
 
Hmmm, reminds me of a local favorite in the Bahama's. Drill a hole in a freshly plucked coconut (not husked). Pour the milk out (use it as you wish), and replace it with island rum. (I like Barbados rum, but to each their own.) Cork it and bury it in the sand for a couple of weeks. Enjoy.

Ishmael

Indeed, that would do very nicely.
 
Actually, I was thinking we need the pot so that we can endure the super political instead of turning them into human sacrifices to appease the island Gods.
though there's always bonfire night, or nights, when we could make the exception

okay, that was a bad thought; i need to smoke some of that pot.

the island sounds wonderful, just so long as there's room for H & i to get away from everyone when we need a little solitude after all the socialising

des will be in charge of good taste, phelia will be in charge of training submariners (her methods might be unusual but then there's no submarine), noor can be costume creator extraordinairre (i'll happily lend a hand there), elle can make sure the island's bursting with beautiful flowers, H can be story-teller on the beach or lawn for the night-sky viewing parties along with some of the other's here like rob and - well, lots of you....

did someone mention alcohol? ah, yes :cool:

there will be no ugly litter because everyone will be wonderful and not leave any, the scientists here can invent a hidden, natural, waste disposal system, and all the hard labour will be done by those who enjoy it and a magic wand :rolleyes:

hobbit holes are the biz, neci. just perfect.
 
Can we have island boys there? And by island boys, I mean 6'4' muscular tanned men who don't speak English and don't like wearing shirts?
 
So now Des is doing the playground...

;)

I suggest Laurel save the Benjamins and simply rename the personals as Isle of Lite.
 
The island part sounds good. It's the Litsters being there part that turns me off.
 
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