On a desolate island in the middle of nowhere, the following group of people are shipwrecked:
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 Bulgarian men and 1 Bulgarian woman;
2 Japanese men and 1 Japanese woman;
2 Chinese men and 1 Chinese woman;
2 American men and 1 American woman;
2 Indian men and 1 Indian woman;
One month later on the same island...
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 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 Bulgarian men took one long look at the endless ocean, another long look at the Bulgarian woman, and started swimming.
The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting instructions.
The two Chinese men have set up a pharmacy, a liquor store, a restaurant and a laundry, and have got the woman pregnant in order to supply employees for their stores.
The two American men are depressed because the American woman complains about her body, the nature of feminism, that the water tastes bad, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do; how her relationship with her mother is improving, and how at least it isn't raining on the island.
The two Indian men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the Indian woman.

I'm on the toilet

A middle-aged couple had finally learned how to send and receive texts on their cell phones. The wife, being a romantic at heart, decided one day that she'd send her husband a text while she was out of the house having coffee with a friend.
She texted:
If you are sleeping, send me your dreams.
If you are laughing, send me your smile.
If you are eating, send me a bite.
If you are drinking, send me a sip.
If you are crying, send me your tears.
I love you.
The husband, being a no-nonsense sort of guy, texted back:
I'm on the toilet. Please advise.

Why are condoms transparent?


Q: Why are condoms transparent?

A: So that sperms can at least enjoy the scene even if their entry is Restricted!


Signboard outside a prostitute's house: Married MEN not allowed. We serve the needy, not the greedy...


New AIDS awareness slogan: Try different positions with the same woman instead of same position with different women.


Why is sex like shaving ? Well, because no matter how well you do it today... tomorrow you'll have to do it again...


Q: What will happen if earth rotates 30 times faster? A: Men will get their salary everyday and women will bleed to death.


Q: Why do 90% gals have left boob bigger than right? A: Bcoz 90% boys are right handed.


Q: What is the difference between an UNDERWEAR & a STAGE CURTAIN? A: When you pull down the STAGE CURTAIN, the show is over, but when you pull down the UNDERWEAR..... it's SHOWTIME!!!

Have you got a cold?

Ruth took her boyfriend Bernie home to meet her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Bloom.
"What do you do for a living?" asked Mr. Bloom.
"I own some property," replied Bernie.
"Some property!" exclaimed Ruth. "He owns a chain of fast-rising retail stores."
"And where do you live?" asked Mrs. Bloom.
"I've got an apartment in town."
"An apartment!" cried Ruth. "He has a luxury apartment in the most sought-after block in Manhattan."
"And what are your prospects?" inquired Mr. Bloom.
"I'm hoping to expand!" said Bernie.
"Expand!" interrupted Ruth. "He's planning to buy Bloomingdale's!"
Just then Bernie sneezed.
"Have you got a cold?" asked Mrs. Bloom.
"A cold?" shrieked Ruth. "Bernie's got pneumonia!"