Strange Things are Afoot at the Circle K.

Sunday, March 14, 2004

You've probably seen this joke before, I've seen it many times on the internet, and I may have even posted it once before, but I don't think I did. But I love this joke, so here it is anyway:

On a chain of beautiful deserted islands in the middle of nowhere, 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 English men and one English 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 a trois.

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

* The two Greek men are sleeping with each other
and the Greek woman is cleaning and cooking for them.

* The two English men are waiting for someone to
introduce them to the English 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/laundry, and have gotten the woman
pregnant in order to supply employees for their store.

* 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 English aren't having any

* 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.