A Question to Ponder
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I don't know about clothing, but for a writing class we once had to do an analysis of all the things that could have gone wrong on the 3 hour tour to land Gilligan and company on an island where nobody could find them, and reach a conclusion about what the cause of this fiasco was.
We concluded it was incompetence.
We concluded it was incompetence.
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My friend also had to translate a song into American Sign Language for a class once, and he chose the theme from Gilligan's Island.
"You sit there, I tell you story..."
It's amazing how Gilligan's Island consistently finds its way into institutions of higher learning.
"You sit there, I tell you story..."
It's amazing how Gilligan's Island consistently finds its way into institutions of higher learning.
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Okay, okay, I've got an idea as to why the Howell's had so many clothes.
They actually knew the way off the island, and periodically sailed a boat made out of coconuts (what? everything was made out of coconuts!) to the mainland to purchase more clothing. They never told the rest of the castaways because they were elitist snobs who enjoyed toying with the lower classes. The castaways never figured it out because the unvarying diet of coconuts had given them severe hypoglycemia, rendering them virtual morons.
They actually knew the way off the island, and periodically sailed a boat made out of coconuts (what? everything was made out of coconuts!) to the mainland to purchase more clothing. They never told the rest of the castaways because they were elitist snobs who enjoyed toying with the lower classes. The castaways never figured it out because the unvarying diet of coconuts had given them severe hypoglycemia, rendering them virtual morons.
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interesting question
I can't say as I've lain awake at night wondering about this. I can't wait to hear your hypothis. But in the mean time, let me propose a couple of "simple" possibilities.
The island was declared a free market capitalist society and the Howells had most all the money. Therefore, they purchased all the available fabric from the other castaways as well as the bed linens, etc. from the S.S. Minnow. They then hired Ginger (ever wonder why she was wearing a gold evening gown on a boat) to design new clothes from the fabric. The Howells also hired the Professor to build a sewing machine from bamboo and palm with a straightened fish hook for a needle. Mary Ann was employed to sew the fabric into all the different outfits the Howells wore for all those years. The Captain and Gilligan were also envolved in the capitalistic enterprise by secretly stealing all the clothes of the "visitors" on the island each week. These clothes were sold to the Howells and "recycled" (token liberal activity) into new clothes for the Howells.
The shoes could be a little difficult to explain until you put capitalism to work again. The professor was employed to find viable cells from the undercooked hamburgers that were brought on the little 3 hour tour. Through the generous philanthropic support of the Howells, the Professor managed to clone a couple of cows from the cells, using a captured sea turtle as the birth host. After only a few years, the Howells had plenty of leather from which to make all of Lovey's shoes.
I hate that you have worried so much about this. You can see how easily it can be explained.....
I can't say as I've lain awake at night wondering about this. I can't wait to hear your hypothis. But in the mean time, let me propose a couple of "simple" possibilities.
The island was declared a free market capitalist society and the Howells had most all the money. Therefore, they purchased all the available fabric from the other castaways as well as the bed linens, etc. from the S.S. Minnow. They then hired Ginger (ever wonder why she was wearing a gold evening gown on a boat) to design new clothes from the fabric. The Howells also hired the Professor to build a sewing machine from bamboo and palm with a straightened fish hook for a needle. Mary Ann was employed to sew the fabric into all the different outfits the Howells wore for all those years. The Captain and Gilligan were also envolved in the capitalistic enterprise by secretly stealing all the clothes of the "visitors" on the island each week. These clothes were sold to the Howells and "recycled" (token liberal activity) into new clothes for the Howells.
The shoes could be a little difficult to explain until you put capitalism to work again. The professor was employed to find viable cells from the undercooked hamburgers that were brought on the little 3 hour tour. Through the generous philanthropic support of the Howells, the Professor managed to clone a couple of cows from the cells, using a captured sea turtle as the birth host. After only a few years, the Howells had plenty of leather from which to make all of Lovey's shoes.
I hate that you have worried so much about this. You can see how easily it can be explained.....
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Howell the hell did we get here?
Actually Thurston Howell III was embezzling funds from the family trust. He'd been found out and was making a break for it. Federal Agents were closing in so they tried to elude them by taking a local tour boat. They were carrying as much personal effects as they could because they didn't know when they'd next have a chance to re-supply. Unfortunately for them, they chose the S.S. Minnow.
I can't believe I just answered that question. I must be up too late!!
Actually Thurston Howell III was embezzling funds from the family trust. He'd been found out and was making a break for it. Federal Agents were closing in so they tried to elude them by taking a local tour boat. They were carrying as much personal effects as they could because they didn't know when they'd next have a chance to re-supply. Unfortunately for them, they chose the S.S. Minnow.
I can't believe I just answered that question. I must be up too late!!
Mensa: smart, very smart.
(I can't get sued from Phillips Magnivox, can I?)
I have a theory but mine is a little hard to follow and long.....
It starts with Gilligan himself.
Gilligan got into some trouble smoking pot. All of the papers told of the horrible news, that Gilligan was a pot head.
Now, Gilligan had gone through drug rehabilitation, but nothing worked. He started robbing liquor stores just to get the reefer.
Gilligan couldn't hold down a job, so he got a penis pump and started selling himself for pot....
Incidently, around the same time this was all happening a man named Mr. Thurston Howell III got sick of dealing with his alcoholic sister, who had brought shame to the family by getting the clap from a one night stand with a smelly truck driver from Fresno, so he hired the Skipper (more on that, obviously, later), which he had met at a bar whilst picking up drunkie over there, before she had spread that itch to someone else. ( I hope I have my VD info straight.) She got pissy about the whole incident and called up a local radio station and was saying all sorts of shit about Thurston being a child molester and a fraud.
That was the last straw......
Early that next morning, he met the Skipper for the arranged drop off of all of his and Mrs. Howel's clothing to the ship, for he had hired the Skipper to take them out to a private Island, that he owned, to escape public ridicule, and considering that he was wealthy enough to have that private island have a giant mansion, he made it have a self sufficeint eco system. He had built this oasis in secret so that old, wishy drunkie wouldn't find out about it.
Little did Mr. Howell know, that the Skipper was a multi tasking money maker, and would also accept another job, also, for the day of the Howel's departure.
That afternoon, while enjoying some fish and chips, a man in a white shirt and tan pants approached him on the dock.
"Can I charter your boat, sir, for tommarow?" said the stranger...
"Well, I do have clients already schedualed for the whole day. I have to run them out to sea and then come back. " explained the Skipper.
"Look, I could easily kill you with a solution of spit, a rubberband and some human hair!" said the highly spastic stranger....
"No, Well then, I would just like to give you this breifcase with 5000 dollars in it, and I'll let you think it over." continued the stranger.
"Well, that is something to think about! " the Skipper almost choked on his fries....
"There will be another 5000 dollars if you accept." continued the stranger.
"The Skipper is no fool. I can see you are not a man to refuse." Skippy said while reaching to shake the strangers hand with his fat, greasy palm...
"What can I call you sir?" He said with a partially full mouth.
To his disgust the stranger fought back the urge to puke and said...."You can call me......the Professor."
That evening the Skipper sat on his ship pondering the glory of his newly accquired 10000 dollars, and as he looked out over the boats and docks, he saw a young kid, in a Red shirt, sitting on the dock, smoking a dube. The Skipper loved to get stoned, because it only made him a more jolly, fat guy so he got up and meandered down the dock and over to the kid.
After introducing himself and asking for a hit, they started to laugh, and talk....
By the end of the evening, the Skipper had offered this kid that was hard on his luck, to work for him, and get a really high class charter system going on... Gilligan was so so stoned that he just pasted out on the dock and the skipper had to carry him onto the ship.
The next morning the Howells arrived early to board the ship, and shortly there after the Professor showed up, with two chicks that looked like complete opposites, and they all had lots of equipment with them.
The Howells protested of course but, in the end, no one listened to them, and never would from that point forward.
They set out to sea, and after about an hour Gilligan emerged from below deck with a nasty case of cotton mouth, and a big 'morning wood' hard on. The girls got all excited about his big, hard dick so they gave him some champagne and when they were rubbing his dick through his pants they found another buldge.... Bob Denver's, I mean Gilligan's pot stash! They smoked it all and then the Professor pulled out a movie camera and the girls started getting all slutty and Ginger started tying up Mary Ann and toying with her in a dom-slut fashion, while the Howell's sat back and thought "How cultural and interesting!" and Mrs. Howell decided that although it would maybe smudge her lipstick, that she would give Thurston a blow job while he watched to sluts get busy on Gilligan and the Skipper......
After hours of fucking, drinking, filming and porn making, everyone passed out, and come evening when the storm hit, they were taken by surprise, and that is why this ship went down on the shore of this uncharted desert isle, with Gilligan, the Skipper too, the millionaire and his wife, the movie star, The Professor, and Mary Ann (the bi submissive slut).
Bet you couldn't read that last part without having it in the tune from the show! It is the italics....
Fin.
(I can't get sued from Phillips Magnivox, can I?)
I have a theory but mine is a little hard to follow and long.....
It starts with Gilligan himself.
Gilligan got into some trouble smoking pot. All of the papers told of the horrible news, that Gilligan was a pot head.
Now, Gilligan had gone through drug rehabilitation, but nothing worked. He started robbing liquor stores just to get the reefer.
Gilligan couldn't hold down a job, so he got a penis pump and started selling himself for pot....
Incidently, around the same time this was all happening a man named Mr. Thurston Howell III got sick of dealing with his alcoholic sister, who had brought shame to the family by getting the clap from a one night stand with a smelly truck driver from Fresno, so he hired the Skipper (more on that, obviously, later), which he had met at a bar whilst picking up drunkie over there, before she had spread that itch to someone else. ( I hope I have my VD info straight.) She got pissy about the whole incident and called up a local radio station and was saying all sorts of shit about Thurston being a child molester and a fraud.
That was the last straw......
Early that next morning, he met the Skipper for the arranged drop off of all of his and Mrs. Howel's clothing to the ship, for he had hired the Skipper to take them out to a private Island, that he owned, to escape public ridicule, and considering that he was wealthy enough to have that private island have a giant mansion, he made it have a self sufficeint eco system. He had built this oasis in secret so that old, wishy drunkie wouldn't find out about it.
Little did Mr. Howell know, that the Skipper was a multi tasking money maker, and would also accept another job, also, for the day of the Howel's departure.
That afternoon, while enjoying some fish and chips, a man in a white shirt and tan pants approached him on the dock.
"Can I charter your boat, sir, for tommarow?" said the stranger...
"Well, I do have clients already schedualed for the whole day. I have to run them out to sea and then come back. " explained the Skipper.
"Look, I could easily kill you with a solution of spit, a rubberband and some human hair!" said the highly spastic stranger....
"No, Well then, I would just like to give you this breifcase with 5000 dollars in it, and I'll let you think it over." continued the stranger.
"Well, that is something to think about! " the Skipper almost choked on his fries....
"There will be another 5000 dollars if you accept." continued the stranger.
"The Skipper is no fool. I can see you are not a man to refuse." Skippy said while reaching to shake the strangers hand with his fat, greasy palm...
"What can I call you sir?" He said with a partially full mouth.
To his disgust the stranger fought back the urge to puke and said...."You can call me......the Professor."
That evening the Skipper sat on his ship pondering the glory of his newly accquired 10000 dollars, and as he looked out over the boats and docks, he saw a young kid, in a Red shirt, sitting on the dock, smoking a dube. The Skipper loved to get stoned, because it only made him a more jolly, fat guy so he got up and meandered down the dock and over to the kid.
After introducing himself and asking for a hit, they started to laugh, and talk....
By the end of the evening, the Skipper had offered this kid that was hard on his luck, to work for him, and get a really high class charter system going on... Gilligan was so so stoned that he just pasted out on the dock and the skipper had to carry him onto the ship.
The next morning the Howells arrived early to board the ship, and shortly there after the Professor showed up, with two chicks that looked like complete opposites, and they all had lots of equipment with them.
The Howells protested of course but, in the end, no one listened to them, and never would from that point forward.
They set out to sea, and after about an hour Gilligan emerged from below deck with a nasty case of cotton mouth, and a big 'morning wood' hard on. The girls got all excited about his big, hard dick so they gave him some champagne and when they were rubbing his dick through his pants they found another buldge.... Bob Denver's, I mean Gilligan's pot stash! They smoked it all and then the Professor pulled out a movie camera and the girls started getting all slutty and Ginger started tying up Mary Ann and toying with her in a dom-slut fashion, while the Howell's sat back and thought "How cultural and interesting!" and Mrs. Howell decided that although it would maybe smudge her lipstick, that she would give Thurston a blow job while he watched to sluts get busy on Gilligan and the Skipper......
After hours of fucking, drinking, filming and porn making, everyone passed out, and come evening when the storm hit, they were taken by surprise, and that is why this ship went down on the shore of this uncharted desert isle, with Gilligan, the Skipper too, the millionaire and his wife, the movie star, The Professor, and Mary Ann (the bi submissive slut).
Bet you couldn't read that last part without having it in the tune from the show! It is the italics....
Fin.
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G.R. said:
An interesting theory, but obviously all Wrong.
The skipper's reaal name is Dobi Gillis, Sr. and he and Maynard G. Crebs were running a clandestine opertion smuggling draft dodgers and other old beatnicks, hippies, aand oher wanted criminals out of the country.
Thurston Howell, III was wanted for Defense Contract fraud and was being smuggled out of reach of the law and bringing his sex-slaves, Ginger and Maryann along.
Mrs Howell was bringing her boy toy, "Professor", into exile with her husband, cause "one is never enough" to her way of thinking.
The Minnow was not driven off-courrse and sunk by the storm, they fled into the storm to avoid rocket fire from the Black Helicopters.
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