Shitty Blog Survivor - Week 2

Well, dropping coconuts is only amusing for so long. Sooner or later people quit walking under you, so I built myself a nice little tree house. Of course, Nat's is made of bricks and Utopia has rabid sea turtles guarding hers, but mine is cozy nonetheless. Utopia made a mango radio so we could listen to Shitty Blog Radio. It sucked ass. They didn't like our slogans so much. Stupid? Stupid?? This smacks of the Pot calling the Kettle black, but I'm not bitter... This is SHITTY Blogs Club, not Brilliant Blogs Club, what'd they expect?
I'm glad I'm still here instead of being sent away in the dark on some shitty raft though. I've really grown accustomed to the people here even though a couple of them seem to have flat lost their minds.
I traded Chad some rum and a flash of the boobies for some beef jerky he found. That and Rose's cookies have left me peaceful warm and tired. Sometimes all I need is the air that I breathe and to... oh wait, sorry. I saw Mike writing thos lyrics in the sand and that song's been stuck in my head ever since.
Everyone finally got over being so paranoid and we have begun actually talking to one another and trying to figure out how to do things while we're here. Rose and I are planning a burger dance at the next full moon because Yummy refuses to eat, claiming she's saving her appetite for when she finds that McBurger tree, but you know, I have my doubts that one's gonna work. I may ask some of the girls if they want to be roomies with me in the tree house because I don't think they have much shelter yet, but Monty kind of scares me. She screams a lot. Chad just sits in that trench all day long. Watching. Waiting. I hear noises coming from it late at night. What's he building in there?
Mango is hanging out with Utopia some now and then but spends most of his time chained to that tree. I think she has designs to turn him into her house bitch now that hers was voted off the island. He carries a purse, though, so who knows how that will work out.
Our next task is to tell our story only using pictures. Let's hope we fare better this time around.