Speaking of American broads:
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
menage a trois.
The two Germen 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 got the woman pregnant in order to supply more
employees for their businesses.
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 pints of coconut whisky. However,
they're satisfied because the British aren't having any fun. The Irish
woman has taken vows and become a nun.
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 forsaken deserted
island in the middle of freaking nowhere so she can get her nails done
and go shopping.
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
menage a trois.
The two Germen 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 got the woman pregnant in order to supply more
employees for their businesses.
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 pints of coconut whisky. However,
they're satisfied because the British aren't having any fun. The Irish
woman has taken vows and become a nun.
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 forsaken deserted
island in the middle of freaking nowhere so she can get her nails done
and go shopping.
I had a bunch of Canadian dollars I needed to exchange, so I went to the currency exchange window at the local bank. Short line. Just one guy in front of me. . . an Asian guy who was trying to exchange Japanese Yen for American Dollars and he was a little irritated. He asked the teller, "Why it change?? Yestoday, I get two hunat dolla fo yen. Today I get hunat eighty?? Why it change?" The teller shrugged his shoulders and said, "Fluctuations..." The Asian guy says, "Fluc you white people, too!!!"
