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On a group of beautiful deserted islands in the middle of
nowhere, the following people are stranded:

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 English men and one English woman

two Bulgarian men and one Bulgarian woman

two Japanese men and one Japanese woman

two Ukrainian men and one Ukrainian woman

two Chinese men and one Chinese woman

two American men and one American woman

two Irish men and one Irish woman.

One month later on these absolutely stunning deserted Islands in
the middle of nowhere, 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 in a ménage a trois.

The two German men have 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 cleaning and cooking for them.

The two English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to
the English woman.

The two Bulgarian men took one long look at the endless ocean and
another long look at the Bulgarian woman and started swimming.

The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting
instructions.

The two Ukrainian men spend their day drinking and singing morose
songs as the woman shouts, “I am Ukrainian woman!” from her shaping
machine.

The two Chinese men have set up a
pharmacy/liquor store/restaurant/laundry, and have gotten the
woman pregnant in order to supply employees for their store.

The two American men are contemplating the virtues of suicide,
because the American woman keeps on complaining about her body,
the true nature of feminism, how she can do everything they can
do, the necessity of fulfillment, the equal division of household
chores, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated
her nicer than they do, and how her relationship with her mother
is improving, and how at least the taxes are low and it isn't
raining.

The two Irish men divided the island into North and South and set
up a distillery. They do not remember if sex is in the picture
because it gets sort of foggy after the first few liters of
coconut whiskey. But they're satisfied because at least the
Englishmen aren't having any fun.

... in response to men and women around the world, posted by Griffin on Jul 17, 2002


This will probably incite the sensative souls on the board...

But I thought it was pretty funny!

Thanks...