There are beautiful deserted islands 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 Japanese men and 1 Japanese woman
2 American men and 1 American woman
2 Irish men and 1 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 menage a trois.
The 2 German men have a strict weekly schedule of when they
alternate with the German woman.
The 2 Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman
is cleaning and cooking for them.
The 2 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
The Irish began by dividing the island into North and South and by
setting 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
whiskey, but they are satisfied in that at least the English are
not getting any.