On a deserted island in the middle of nowhere, the following people are stranded:
2 Italian men and 1 Italian woman 2 Frenchmen and 1 Frenchwoman 2 German men and 1 German woman 2 Greek men and 1 Greek woman 2 Englishmen and 1 Englishwoman 2 Polish men and 1 Polish woman 2 Japanese men and 1 Japanese woman 2 Icelandic men and 1 Icelandic woman 2 American men and 1 American woman 2 Australian men and 1 Australian woman 2 New Zealand men and 1 New Zealand woman 2 Irishmen and 1 Irishwoman
One month later, the following things have occurred:
One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.
The two Frenchmen and the Frenchwoman are living happily together having loads of sex.
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 Englishmen are waiting for someone to introduce them to the englishwoman.
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 bitching about her body being her own, the true nature of feminism, how she can do everything that they can do, about the necessity of fulfilment, the equal division of household chores, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her much nicer and how here the taxes are low and it is not raining.
The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are waiting for instructions.
The two Icelandic men are having a meeting to decide the proper procedures and decide whether they should tackle this problem.
The two Australian men beat each other senseless fighting over the Australian woman, who is checking out all the other men, after calling them both 'bloody wankers".
Both New Zealand men are searching the island for sheep.
The Irishmen 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 litres of coconut whiskey, but they are satisfied in that at least the English are not getting any.
