I mocked one up about a week ago, for my hair dryer about a week ago, Mully. Just put the monkey in the wheel, drop the banana in front of him, and WHAMMO. You have electricity.
Hmmm…I might be able to let the vegetarianism lapse if the new kids don’t amuse me. But let’s audition them before we eat them. Who knows? They may amuse us.
So, they are kind of like the new calf on the farm. Cute to play with and watch for a while, but you know that at some point they are going to get an electrified poker up wazoo and end up as dinner for the next 10 days. I can live with that.
C’mon kids, play with the ball of yarn.
:::drooling all over sand…:::
toooorisssttsssss…
:::licks chops:::
!!!Warning!!!
It appears FRICKING PUTZSNIFFERS that if you leave the coconuts out in the sun for too FELCHING BUTTMEISTERS long, they induce Tourette’s Syndrome. You have been warned WANGLICKING SQUICKHOUNDS!
I think Scrappy Doo was a wanglicking squickhound.
OK Swiddles, at this point Soul and Mr. Cynical are completely out of it. I think we need to band together if we are gonna make it. Oh sure, it might mean we’ll have to share a tent. And we probably ought to shower at the same time for speed. And maybe, just maybe, we might be forced into island repopulation. But dangit, these are the sacrifices that hardy survivors like us have to make.
Yea, but Mully, they’re so much FUN. “WANGLICKING SQUICKHOUNDS?” Come on! That’s comedy!
Wait a minute. You got a tent? THEY gave you a tent? I get stuck in a freakin’ tree and YOU get a tent? ::rethinks this line of questioning. Realizes the monkey that is currently her roommate just shat in her bed – again.:: Wanna share?
::retiring to his cave of solitude::
I gots a waterbed I made from bananna leaves, jellyfish tentacles, and PHLEGMSUCKING KELPASS!!
:::soulsling skulks off until he’s out of sight, and then covertly enters his underground lair beneathe the big white birch in the center of the island. settles inside, relaxes on his recliner and flips on the TV with his remote, pops some popcorn in his microwave…:::
ahhhh, the good life…
Woohoo!!!
Typical. Then men get underground lairs and tents, and the women get to share a tree with an ill-tempered monkey. Help, help! I’m being repressed! Well, dammit, I’m not standing for it any longer. I’m beginning a Suffregette movement on this island, starting now! Who’s with me?
::pause. Crickets chirping. Swiddles suddenly realises why women travel in packs to the bathroom.::
oh what the hell, party at my place. everyone invited, bring friends.
Come along Cheetah. And make sure you wear the diaper this time!
::eek eek eek!::
Yes, there will be bananas there.
true of course that it isnt deserted, and it wouldnt be unless everybody moved off the island. thus 8 of you could never live on a deserted island…
take it from me, probably the most (not)deserted islands in the world is mine…iceland. hell, in icelandic the name is “ísland”.
in all my years of experiance tropical islands have been called paradise, so i wouldnt wage a survival competition on one of those, please ship those would be competitors up to little old iceland for a real competition. you want rock climbing? we have got plenty… you want deserts? here they are black… you dont want people? well, there almost arent any(exluding the competitors)…
hoping to see you all in a jolly good competitive mood this winter.
bj0rn - 
If the producers of “The Real World” were casting this, I guarantee Coldfire would now be added to the island.
Hey, more people = more tiki sun dancers. Woohoo! But, if any of you so much as look at my secret island stash of Mountain Dew, you are going down!
burp
What secret stash of Mountain Dew?
[sup]:::in some distant dimension yet close to the island…:::[/sup]
bj0rn, been there, done that. 10th Mountain Infantry Div. trains there frequently enough. Piece of cake for us cold weather mountain infantry. And you forgot to mention all the lovely springs the large island has to offer. Now, if you want, we can trade, you try to survive my island (manhattan) for 8 years, and i’ll gladly survive yours.
[sup]:::…and back on the island of paradise…:::[/sup]
okay, monkeys are allowed in here, but they poop outside, got it? cats allowed as well, and it’s BYOB, bring your own bananas! think these things come cheap. Beer is free and plenty, and we don’t need no stinkin’ mountain dew pal, we’ll just throw you on a spit with Hoops and the other guest “fresh meat” stars to the island.
Mully, sit back, crack open a bottle, and relax, the guests are roasting finely,
Mr.Cynical, same for you, have some shrooms while your at it… and Swiddles, mi casa es su casa anytime babe… just don’t let your monkey poop on my bed ok?
…now, who wants to start a congo line?
Hey, if we get enough newcomers in our thread, do we get to start voting then off? And that ain’t MY monkey, soul. It’s a rouge monkey. But it’s been doing my taxes, so I can’t complain.
the moment you can call manhattan “deserted” ill be there…
bj0rn - 
Hey, vote whomever you like off of the Island. I’ve got that Immunity totem :o)
Oh yeah? Well, I’ve got an immunity machete. I’d like to see one you just try and kick me out of here.