>> Ed finally decides to take a vacation. He books himself on a Caribbean
>> cruise and proceeds to have the time of his life - until the boat sank.
>>
>> He 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 over 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
>> found on the island. I whittled the oars from gum tree branches; I wove
>> the
>> bottom from palm branches; and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus
>> tree.”
>>
>> “But … but … that’s impossible,” stutters Ed. “You had no tools or
>> hardware. How did you manage?”
>>
>> “Oh, no problem,” replies the woman. “On the South side of the island,
>> there is a very unusual strata of alluvial rock exposed. I found 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.” Ed
>> 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 Ed
>> 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, he 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. “Can’t take any more coconut
>> juice.”
>>
>> “It’s not coconut juice,” the woman replies. “I built a still. How about
>> a
>> Pina Colada?”
>>
>> Trying to hide his continued amazement, he accepts, and they sit down on
>> her hand-woven 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, Ed 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.
>> “WOW! 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 really long time. I know 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 swallows excitedly,
>> …we can watch the Steeler game from here?"
good one!
:steelers::steelers:
:hitit: