A Quote by Jenna Johnson

If I was stuck on a deserted island, I would have guacamole. — © Jenna Johnson
If I was stuck on a deserted island, I would have guacamole.
If I were packing for a deserted island, I would bring sunscreen, a water purifier, something to start a fire with, my sister, and something for protection.
It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.
For me, a desert island is no tragedy, neither is a deserted planet.
You have to kill to survive. People have been doing it forever. I eat meat, and I eat fish. If I were on a deserted island I would need that to survive.
I'd rather have a search engine or a compiler on a deserted island than a game.
Best wine if you're stranded on a deserted island? 1982 Salon Champagne.
If I was stuck on an island with one artist's discography, it'd probably be Jay-Z's. It would keep me entertained and it has a lot of stories behind it.
One time, I took a woman on a deserted island, and we lived like Mother Nature for 10 days.
I see a girl caught in the remains of a holiday gone bad, with her flesh picked off day after day as the carcass dries out. The knife and fork are abviously middle-class sensibilities. The palm tree is a nice touch. A broken dream,perhaps? Plastic honeymoon, deserted island? Oh, If you put in a slice of pumpkin pie, it could be a desserted island! (Pg 64)
When I was doing Dobie Gillis, I got blasted off to the moon with a chimp in a rocket, and I landed on a deserted tropic island. That should have told me something was coming.
There's the juiciest music that makes me so happy, music that I need on that deserted island when I'm stranded for the rest of my life, and nobody cares that it's there.
Let's hope I never end up on a deserted island, because I could never make a decision on which three CDs to take with me.
It was true what Jim said, this wasn’t the end but the beginning. But the wars would end one day and Jim would come then, to the island they would share. One day surely the wars would end, and Jim would come home, if only to lie broken in MacMurrough’s arms, he would come to his island home. And MacMurrough would have it built for him, brick by brick, washed by the rain and the reckless sea. In the living stream they’d swim a season. For maybe it was true that no man is an island: but he believed that two very well might be.
It was so quiet that morning in Paris that the heels of my two companions and myself were loud on the deserted pavements. It was a city of shuttered shops, and barred windows, and deserted avenues.
I would love to hear all types of Christian artists played all over the world. I'd love to hear good, positive mainstream music played all over the place. I'd love to be able to bring music together. But I have not deserted Christ. I have not deserted my faith.
When the ship is sinking and you're forced to choose sides, the new solution is to jump from island to island to island. You don't have to pick.
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