There is a beautiful desert island in the middle
of nowhere where
the following people are stranded:
2 Italian men and 1 Italian woman
2 French men and 1 French woman
2 German men and 1 German woman
2 Greek men and 1 Greek woman
2 English men and 1 English woman
2 Bulgarian men and 1 Bulgarian woman
2 American men and 1 American woman
2 Japanese men and 1 Japanese woman
2 Australian men and 1 Australian woman
2 New Zealand men and 1 New Zealand woman
2 Irish men and 1 Irish woman
After one month, the following things have
occurred:
One Italian man killed the other Italian man
for the Italian
woman.
The two French men and the French woman are
living happily
together having loads of sex.
The two German men have a strict weekly schedule
of when they
alternate with the German woman.
The two Greek men are sleeping with each other
and the Greek
woman is cleaning and cooking for them.
The two English men are waiting for someone
to introduce them to
the English woman.
The Bulgarian men took a long look at the endless
ocean and one
look at the Bulgarian woman and they started
swimming.
The two American men are contemplating the
virtues of suicide,
while the American woman keeps on bitching
about her body being her
own, the true nature of feminism, how she
can do everything that they can do, about the necessity of fulfillment,
the equal division of
household chores, how her last boyfriend respected
her opinion
and treated her much nicer and how her relationship
with her mother
is improving. But at least the taxes are low
and it is not raining.
The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are
waiting for
instructions.
The two Australian men beat each other senseless
for the
Australian woman, who is checking out all
the other men, after calling them bloody wankers.
One New Zealand man is having sex with the
New Zealand woman, the
other Kiwi is searching the island for sheep.
The Irish divided the island into North and
South and immediately
set up a distillery. They do not remember
if sex is in the picture
because it gets sort of foggy after the first
few litres of coconut
whisky, but they are satisfied that at least
the English are not getting any.