Re: Fw: !!!!
Theodore Latham (tedrico@hotmail.com)
Tue, 20 Jan 1998 20:45:07 PST
H.C.,
Where did you get that one from? It is hilarious! HA HA HA!
- Tedrico Latham
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>Forward:
>
>An ambitious yuppie finally decided to take a vacation. He booked
>himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his
>life.
>
>Well, 'til the boat sank. The man found himself swept up on
>The shore of an island with no other people, no supplies...Nothing.
>Only bananas and coconuts.
>
>After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day
>when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to him. In
>disbelief,
>he asks her:
>"Where did you come from? How did you get here?"
>"I rowed from the other side of the island," she says. "I landed
>here when my cruise ship sank."
>"Amazing," he says. "You were really lucky to have a rowboat wash
>up with you."
>
>"Oh, this?" replies the woman. "I made the rowboat out of raw
>material that I found on the island; the oars were whittled from
>gumtree branches; I wove the bottom from palm branches; and the
>sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree."
>
>"But-- but, th-th-that's impossible," stutters the man. "You had
>no tools or hardware. How did you manage?"
>"Oh, that was no problem," replies the woman. "On the south side
>of the island, there is a very unusual strata of alluvial rock
exposed.I
>found that if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted
>into forgeable ductile iron. I used that for tools and used the tools
to
>make the hardware. No biggie.
>
>The guy is stunned.
>"Let's row over to my place, " she says. After a few minutes of
>rowing, she docks the boat at a small wharf. As the man looks
>onto shore, he nearly falls out of the boat. Before him is a stone
>walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white.
>
>While the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven
>hemp rope, the man can only stare ahead, dumbstruck. As
>they walk into the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but I call
>it home. Sit down please; would you like to have a drink?"
>
>"No. No thank you," he says, still dazed. " Truthfully, can't take
any
>
>more coconut juice."
>
>"It's not coconut juice," the woman replies. "I have a still. How about
a
>Pina
>Colada?"
>
>Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they
>sit down on her couch to talk. After they have exchanged their
stories,
>the woman announces, "I'm going to slip into something more
comfortable.
>Would you like to take a shower and shave? There is a razor upstairs
>in the cabinet in the bathroom."
>
>No longer questioning anything, the man goes into the bathroom.
>There, in the cabinet, is a razor made from a bone handle.
>Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its
>end inside of a swivel mechanism.
>
>"This woman is amazing," he muses. "What next?"
>When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but vines --
>(strategically positioned) -- and smelling faintly of gardenias.
>She beckons for him to sit down next to her. "Tell me," she begins,
>suggestively, slithering closer to him, "we've been out here for a
>very long time. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure
>you really feel like doing right now, something you've been
>longing for all these months? You know..... " She stares into his
>eyes.
>
>He can't believe what he's hearing: "You mean-- ?", he replies,
>"-- I can check my e-mail from here?"
>
>
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