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.
