On a beautiful deserted island, in the middle of nowhere, 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, the situation is as follows:
One Italian man has 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 trios.
The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of when they alternate with the German woman.
The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are waiting for instructions.
The two Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cleaning and cooking for them.
The Bulgarian men, after taking one look at the Bulgarian woman, have started swimming.
The two English men are still waiting for someone to come by and formally introduce them to the English woman.
The Irish men began by dividing the island into North and South. They then quickly set up a high-volume distillery. Because they get sort of foggy after the first few liters of coconut whiskey — causing their manhood to become quite limp — sex never becomes a fighting issue… Anyway, they are quite satisfied knowing that at least the English men are not getting any.
The American woman keeps on bitching about her body being her own temple; the true nature of modern feminism; how she can do everything that they can do; about the necessity for her personal fulfilment; the equal division of all household chores; how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her much nicer; and how her relationship with her mother is improving. The two American men are contemplating suicide.