Date: Wed, 27 Jan 1999 23:40:37 -0500 (EST)
From: Wood of Boulogne
Subject: BLAGUES-L: Two men, One woman

Date: Thu, 14 Jan 1999 01:37:24 -0700
From: Earle W. Smith


  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 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 instructions.
  
  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 liters of coconut whiskey, but they
  are satisfied that at least the English are not getting any.