The theme today is Gilligan's Island

I am back. I am not sure into what recess of my mind that I crawled but I had a few Gilligan's Island thoughts today.

I got to thinking about the Professor. What if he was a professor with his PhD in sociology. I am pretty sure his knowledge of Durkheim's theory of anomie would be useless on the island. If he could provide no physical labor (or impregnate the women folk, including Lovie Howell) then I am thinking that they, the castaways, would be justified in killing and eating him.

Which leads me to a more pleasant thought, can you imagine Mary Ann and Ginger getting it on. I know that I can. That would be hot. Of course, being the 60s, you are looking (at least I would like to be looking, fuck that, joining in) with Mary Ann's dark bush and Ginger's red bush. This, of course, assumes that Ginger's "cuffs" matched her "collar", which I have never confirmed. Of course, I am guessing that now Tina Louise's pubes, what is still there, are grey, which kind of creeps me out.

In the what is good for the goose is good for the gander file, one can only imagine Gilligan and the Skipper getting it on. "Little buddy" is really a euphemism for little butt buddy. I just do not want to go there, but I had to. It would not be me otherwise.

I am thinking of the Gilligan's Island orgy. Just thinking about Lovie Howell (was her bush grey?) getting reamed by all the men of the island kind of cracks me up. Ginger sitting on Thurston Howell's face, can you not see that?

Somehow I have perverted the wholesomeness of Gilligan's Island and to think that it all started with the notion of the professor being a sociology professor and being completely useless on the island.

Gotta run. Ciao!