On a chain of beautiful deserted islands in the middle of South Pacific,
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 British men and one British woman.
Two Bulgarian men and one Bulgarian woman.
Two Japanese men and one Japanese woman.
Two Chinese men and one Chinese woman.
Two Irish men and one Irish woman.
Two American men and one American 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 à trois.

The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of alternating visits
with the German woman.

The two Greek men are sleeping together and the Greek woman is cooking
and cleaning for them.

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

The two Bulgarian men took one look at the Bulgarian woman and
started swimming to another island.

The two Japanese have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting instructions.

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

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 somewhat foggy after a few liters of coconut whiskey. However, they're satisfied because the British aren't having any fun.

The two American men are contemplating suicide, because the
American woman will not shut up and complains relentlessly about her
body, the true nature of feminism, what the sun is doing to her skin,
how she can do anything they can do, the necessity of fulfillment,
the equal division of household chores, how sand and palm trees make
her look fat, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated
her nicer than they do, and how her relationship with her mother is
the root cause of all her problems, and why didn't they bring a damn
cell phone so they could call 911 and get them all rescued off this
God-forsaken deserted island in the middle of freaking nowhere so
she can get her nails done and go shopping.

-What do monsters say before getting hit by a prowling druid?
-I think I saw a pussy cat.

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