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- My Location
- Wirral, NW UK
Following a shipwreck, the following group of people found themselves stranded on a beautiful desert island:
Two Italian men and one Italian woman
Two French men and one French woman
Two German men and one German woman
Two Greek men and one Greek woman
Two Bulgarian men and one Bulgarian woman
Two Japanese men and one Japanese woman
Two Chinese men and one Chinese woman
Two American men and one American woman
Two English men and one English woman
Two Irish men and one Irish woman
One month later, the following things have occurred:
One Italian man has killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.
The two French men and the French woman are living happily together in a ménage-a-trois.
The two German men have established a strict weekly schedule of alternating visits with the German woman.
The two Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cooking and cleaning for them.
The two Bulgarian men took a long look at the endless ocean then a long look at the Bulgarian woman and started swimming.
The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting instructions.
The two Chinese men have set up a herbal pharmacy, a take-away and a laundry and have got the Chinese woman pregnant in order to supply employees for their enterprises.
The two American men are contemplating the virtues of suicide because the American woman is constantly complaining about her body, the true nature of feminism, how she can do everything they can do, the necessity of fulfilment the equal division of household chores, how palm trees make her look fat, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do, how her relationship with her mother is improving and how at least the taxes are low and it isn’t raining.
The two English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman.
The two Irish men have divided the island into North and South and set up a distillery. They do not remember if s_x is in the equation because it gets sort of foggy after the first few litres of coconut whiskey and beating the crap out of each other. But they’re happy because at least the English aren’t having any fun!
Two Italian men and one Italian woman
Two French men and one French woman
Two German men and one German woman
Two Greek men and one Greek woman
Two Bulgarian men and one Bulgarian woman
Two Japanese men and one Japanese woman
Two Chinese men and one Chinese woman
Two American men and one American woman
Two English men and one English woman
Two Irish men and one Irish woman
One month later, the following things have occurred:
One Italian man has killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.
The two French men and the French woman are living happily together in a ménage-a-trois.
The two German men have established a strict weekly schedule of alternating visits with the German woman.
The two Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cooking and cleaning for them.
The two Bulgarian men took a long look at the endless ocean then a long look at the Bulgarian woman and started swimming.
The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting instructions.
The two Chinese men have set up a herbal pharmacy, a take-away and a laundry and have got the Chinese woman pregnant in order to supply employees for their enterprises.
The two American men are contemplating the virtues of suicide because the American woman is constantly complaining about her body, the true nature of feminism, how she can do everything they can do, the necessity of fulfilment the equal division of household chores, how palm trees make her look fat, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do, how her relationship with her mother is improving and how at least the taxes are low and it isn’t raining.
The two English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman.
The two Irish men have divided the island into North and South and set up a distillery. They do not remember if s_x is in the equation because it gets sort of foggy after the first few litres of coconut whiskey and beating the crap out of each other. But they’re happy because at least the English aren’t having any fun!
