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If you got stranded on a deserted island with Janet Reno...

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C'mon, the only reason people are turned off by Janet Reno is that she's unattractive by comparison to other women. Once all the other women (and barnyard animals, for that matter) are out of the equation, she's not ugly anymore.

I know a lot of you have been at the bar at last call, and eyeing up that last girl figured "she's the only one left, so by definition she cannot be below average."

Plus, I think after a few years on an island of meager food supplies, and my eyesight growing progressively worse, and the fact that she'd probably demand servicing in return for building the huts, hunting and preparing the food, and making the clothes, I would owe her at least that much.
 
"Besides, think about it. If you do get rescued sometime, you'd have to live your life knowing you made sweet love down by the fire to Janet Reno."

Forget the fire... This is a deserted island: you can do it in broad daylight and no one is there to see you play with her coconuts on the beach. 😛

Kokomo (The Beach Boys)
 
You remember on "Castaway" - that Tom Hanks movie - when he had to perform a "removal" surgery on his tooth with an ice skate?

Let's just say that in the situation you described, if I had an ice skate... 😱
 
well.... I'd probbly try to find a quiet part of the island to myself, and build lots of traps. if i couldn't build traps. there's something to be said for learning plastic surgery with palmfronds and no anastetic.
 
4 minutes.

Power. The ultimate aphrodisiac!

ok, well maybe 7 minutes and a few cocktails from the rotting vegetation still I set up, and due to the dim lighting -we are working with moonight here people! Then meat lust and adriniline rush from the shark I swam out to sea to kill and drag back to the island for food. And a slight concussion from falling out of the tree earlier while rustling up some birds eggs.

Ok. Definitely 10 minutes!

 
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