The Compound -- Girls and Shit

Several people have pointed out that as architect/sunglasses-wearing guy/CEO of the Compound, I failed to provide for anything that would make women actually want to be a part of it. Um. . . that must have been an oversight or something.

First, even as currently envisioned, there would not be a total absence of the fairer sex in the compound. There are plenty of chicks that dig hunting and fishing and farming and stuff. All you have to do is watch the Gretchen Wilson "Redneck Woman" video to know that (she is so smoking hot). Sure, they are the type of women who always bum your last dip, but you are living in a fucking compound. Not like there wouldn't be strippers.

Second, even GW had Catherine, Big Jake had Martha, and Sean Thornton had Mary Kate Dannaher, so there must be some good middle ground. I like Pothead's idea about some sort of time limit. Not sure 8 hours is the right number, but not a bad starting point. Also, for some reason, girls seem to like that little sheep rancher Snot, so we would probably solve a lot of problems by appointing him as H-SICK -- "Head Snot In Charge of Kittens". Girls like kittens and they like Snot, so that should take care of it. Of course, Snot would still have to serve in his capacities as Hostage Delegate, Keeper of the Velcro, Weed Man (not that kind of weed Pothead) and Token Tall Skinny Guy.

See, everything is taken care of.