5 things I would bring on a deserted island
Normally I have a hard time coming up with things to write
about, but this month’s topic is an easy one.
The three things I would bring right off the bat are my
children. I know, not sexy at all, but that can't be avoided. The next thing
would be my husband.
One, because I love him and if me and the kids are stranded
on an island, he gets to suffer with us as well. No getting remarried and
starting a new family for him. No way. We suffer and we suffer together. The
next reason would be because I need someone to hunt, fish, build and fend off
wild animals. So yes, there’s the manual labor aspect of it as well. Who else
would let me sleep in, squeal at rodents and bitch and moan but my husband?
The other reason is the sex of course. I can't leave that
luscious hunk of love’in at home. If the wild animals didn’t get me, the long
nights tossing and turning, thinking about what I was missing eventually would.
I even image how fine my man would look in his loin cloth, because unlike me,
he doesn’t have an aversion to working out. I imagine how his primal side would
come roaring out in full force and it makes me all gitty inside.
In this little scenario I also imagine that the lack of food
and the change in diet would probably slim off the forty pounds I’ve been
fighting to lose. And despite the lack of exercise, I am lighter, fitter and look
totally hot in my jungle wear.
The last thing I would bring is a survival kit. I’m not
stupid my sweets. In this kit would be a flare, shot gun, handgun, tons of
bullets, knives, needle and thread, lighter and extra lighter fluid, tents
(three to be exact), sleeping bags and of course a satellite phone with a GPS
and back-up battery. The first thing I would do is call the authorities and
give them our coordinates and ask them to give us two weeks so we could enjoy a
nice family vacation. Then two weeks later, I would pack up our belongings and
wait on the beach for us to be rescued by the luxury liner that would be sent
to get us.
Like I said, I’m not dumb.
That's the way to survive on a deserted island!
ReplyDeleteAnd this is why I love our Sexual Chocolate.
ReplyDeleteRight. Who prepares to be stranded. I also want a Genie but I thought that would be too far fetched.
ReplyDeleteI like the genie! You could wish for all sorts of things.
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