# got this at work.....

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**Category:** PittSpeed Off Topic\
**Created:** [January 13, 2005, 6:42am UTC](https://forums.speedlife.net/t/got-this-at-work/171652 "2005-01-13T06:42:13Z")\
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**Author:** ![Sight\_N\_Sound](https://yyz2.discourse-cdn.com/flex034/user_avatar/forums.speedlife.net/sight_n_sound/32/5950_2.png) [@Sight\_N\_Sound](https://forums.speedlife.net/u/Sight_N_Sound)\
**Post date:** [January 13, 2005, 6:42am UTC](https://forums.speedlife.net/t/got-this-at-work/171652/1 "2005-01-13T06:42:13Z")

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\>\> 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?"

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**Author:** ![Pewter](https://yyz2.discourse-cdn.com/flex034/user_avatar/forums.speedlife.net/pewter/32/5936_2.png) [@Pewter](https://forums.speedlife.net/u/Pewter)\
**Post date:** [January 13, 2005, 6:50am UTC](https://forums.speedlife.net/t/got-this-at-work/171652/2 "2005-01-13T06:50:58Z")

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🆒good one!😃 :steelers::steelers:

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**Author:** ![ninjenn](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/n/c67d28/32.png) [@ninjenn](https://forums.speedlife.net/u/ninjenn)\
**Post date:** [January 13, 2005, 6:59am UTC](https://forums.speedlife.net/t/got-this-at-work/171652/3 "2005-01-13T06:59:10Z")

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🤣 🤣

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**Author:** ![fshowcars](https://yyz2.discourse-cdn.com/flex034/user_avatar/forums.speedlife.net/fshowcars/32/5937_2.png) [@fshowcars](https://forums.speedlife.net/u/fshowcars)\
**Post date:** [January 13, 2005, 7:32am UTC](https://forums.speedlife.net/t/got-this-at-work/171652/4 "2005-01-13T07:32:10Z")

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:hitit:
