Once upon a time, by some bizarre quirk of fate the following people are stranded each on their own desert island.

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 Bulgarian men and 1 Bulgarian woman;
2 Japanese men and 1 Japanese woman;
2 American men and 1 American woman;
2 Irish men and 1 Irish woman:

One month later, on these absolutely stunning desert 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 when they alternate with the German woman.
• The 2 English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman.
• The Bulgarian men took a long look at the endless ocean and one look at the Bulgarian woman and 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 her relationship with her mother is improving.
But at least the taxes are low and its not raining.

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

The Irish began by dividing the island into North and South
and by 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.