Aust 520exc

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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 Polish men and 1 Polish woman
2 Japanese men and 1 Japanese woman
2 American men and 1 American woman
2 New Zealand men and 1 New Zealand woman
2 Australian men and 1 Australian woman
2 Irish men and 1 Irish woman


One month later, 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 happily sleeping together but are really getting on the nose.

The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of when they alternate 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 Polish men took a long look at the endless ocean and one look at the Polish woman and they started swimming.

The two American men are contemplating the virtues of suicide, while the American woman keeps on moaning 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 here are low and it is not raining.

The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are waiting for instructions.

The two New Zealand men ignored the New Zealand woman and spent their days searching the island for sheep, as they were both craving a “woolly jumper”.

The Irish began by dividing the island into North and South and 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 in that at least the English are not getting any!

The two Australian men, having found the Irish whiskey, threw a party, at which they routinely had all the women, except the Polish. :) :)
 

Aust 520exc

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The Smiths were unable to conceive children, and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be here soon."
Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.

"Good morning madam. I've come to...."

"Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Smith cut in.

"Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good! I've made a specialty of babies."

"That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat."

After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?"

"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun too; you can really spread out!"

"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me."

"Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results."

"My, that's a lot of ..." gasped Mrs. Smith.

"Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but you'd be disappointed with that, I'm sure."

"Don't I know it." Mrs. Smith said quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus."

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief.

"And these twins turned out exceptionally well -- when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with."

"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing to get a good look."

"Four and five deep?" asked Mrs. Smith, eyes widened in amazement.

"Yes", the photographer said. "For more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate. Then darkness approached and I began to rush my shots. Finally, when the
squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just packed it all in."

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "You mean they actually chewed on your, um...equipment?"

"That's right. Well, madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so that we can get to work."

"Tripod??"

"Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big for me to hold very long...

Madam? Madam?
 

RM_guy

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Here's a good one...

The "I" in this story isn't me ;)

Several years ago, I returned home from a trip just when a storm hit
with crashing thunder and severe lightning. As I came into my bedroom about 2
a.m., I found my two children in bed with my wife, Karey, apparently scared
by the loud storm.

I resigned myself to sleeping in the guest bedroom that night. The next
day, I talked to the children, and explained that it was O.K. to sleep with

Mom when the storm was bad, but when I was expected home, please don't
sleep with Mom that night. They said OK.

After my next trip several weeks later, Karey and the children picked me
up in the terminal at the appointed time. Since the plane was late,
everyone had come into the terminal to wait for my plane's arrival, along with
hundreds of other folks waiting for their arriving passengers. As I entered
the waiting area, my son saw me, and came running shouting, "Hi, Dad! I've
got some good news!"

As I waved back, I said loudly, "What's the good news?"

"Nobody slept with Mommy while you were away this time!" Alex shouted.

The airport became very quiet, as everyone in the waiting area looked at
Alex, then turned to me, and then searched the rest of the area to see if
they could figure out exactly who his Mom was.
 

RM_guy

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Here's a few more...

A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, "I'm Mr.
Sugarbrown's daughter."

Her mother told her this was wrong, she must say, "I'm Jane Sugarbrown."

The Vicar spoke to her in Sunday School, and said, "Aren't you Mr.
Sugarbrown's daughter?"

She replied, "I thought I was, but mother says I'm not."

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A little girl asked her mother, "Can I go outside and play with the boys?"

Her mother replied, "No, you can't play with the boys, they're too rough."

The little girl thought about it for a few moments and asked, "If I can
find a smooth one, can I play with him?"

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A Sunday School teacher asked her little children, as they were on the
way to church service, "And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?"

One bright little girl replied, "Because people are sleeping."

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A little girl's dad always drove her to preschool but one week he was
out of town and Mom had to drive her. After a little time she raised up and
looked over the dash all around and said." Where did all the STUPID IDIOTS go?"

Mom said, "I think they only come out when dad drives."
 
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