About
What is Hoot Island?
It’s the clandestine Internet extension of a prominent advertising agency
It’s a small atoll in the southern Pacific just a little downwind from Bikini
It’s one embittered and hyperactive old woman in Nantucket
It’s a subtly designed experience designed to carefully and slowly alter the subconscious of its viewers, using humor and titties to attract attention while the interlaced message (“Sex is fun, woo hoo”) is subliminally injected directly into the hindbrain. Within a year, if predictions hold, institutions based on the “sex is evil” concept such as all televangelism, most porn, and the Republican Party should crumble into the biodegradable clay from which they sprang
It’s a front for a secret government agency, using previously agreed upon dirty stories as unbreakable code to advance their covert agenda
We don’t know, either
It’s a wholly-owned subsidiary of the Tokishiba Corporation
It’s a bunch of bitchin’ babes who’d rather have a good time than pose in unnatural and uncomfortable positions to fulfill some adolescent boy’s half-formed fantasies
It’s the one-handed typing of a guy considered too unstable for even the United States Postal Service
It’s a trap set by the American Family Pavilion to track Internet pornographers and their customers. Just by clicking on these pages gets your home address published in their weekly newsletter, Smutmongers Among Us
We can keep this up all day, you know
It’s a vacation resort in the Mediterranean, known for its beautiful beaches, crystal-clear waters and remarkably relaxed attitude towards controlled substance importation
It’s a way to pimp my writing
It’s a fever dream; take two Tylenol, inject 1,500 milligrams of Thorazine into your throbbing neck veins and relax
That’s no space station, it’s a small moon!
It’s a dumping ground for all the strange shit we had hanging around the office
It’s secretly the homepage for a well-known celebrity comedian who prefers to remain anonymous
We’re Beatrice
We don’t know what it is, but it feels neat
It’s an alien plot to degrade American’s morals and pollute our vital bodily fluids
It was the best thing before sliced bread
It started out as a final project for the Future Systems Analysts of America club from Mark Goddard Junior High in Topeka, Kansas, but things got out of hand
It’s a site dedicated to the bizarre notion that sex doesn’t have to include degradation, humiliation, or awkward positions (unlike you like that sort of thing)