There is no refrigeration so most of it’ll go bad. Meanwhile, plants last longer and you can replant the seeds and live long provided you find a source of fresh water.
Carnivore diet clowns will die of salmonella.
There is no refrigeration so most of it’ll go bad. Meanwhile, plants last longer and you can replant the seeds and live long provided you find a source of fresh water.
Carnivore diet clowns will die of salmonella.
Neither. Where the fuck am I supposed to sit?
I was thinking “you are stranded on an island and this self driving boat shows up out of nowhere”
“I’m stranded on an island because I’m too racist to ask the nearby (brown) people for help.”
wdym stranded, there’s like three boats within shouting range. My main question is if the POV character is a beach resort tourist drinking themselves into a stupor on sugary, premixed cocktails served in a hollowed-out pineapple, a backpacker trying to get rid of their mushroom stash before crossing the border, some digital nomad / travel blogger dipshit extorting hotel staff with their follower count or a British sexpat who could easily be mistaken for the contents of the left boat.
In that case I’d much rather reflect on the life choices I’d made that landed me in such a stupid situation.