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Ship Wrecked
By Michael G'Francisco
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
Rub-a-Dub 6 Broads in a Tub plus me.
One dark and stormy night there set upon the sea a wind ragging with anger. Asea was a great ship filled with glee set out from Port of Bangor. The wind raised the sea to thrash the mighty ship. To and fro this stalwart metal of art was rocked. Gallantly, she took every blow. Alas, mother nature's rage proved too much. Only one small boat with six women and one man were afloat after the storm passed. Reaching a nearby island and realizing that they had been blown off the usual steamship route they pondered their fate. They agreed that it would be many months before being rescued. The only logical thing to do was to set up satisfactory living arrangements. Since the survivors consisted of six women and one man there seemed to be only one thing to do, share the one male amongst the women. That would eliminate any fighting or bickering over the man. Well, this lucky fellow smiled with joy. It was agreed that he would spent one day and night with each of the six women, thus leaving him a day of rest. Being a good sport, he threw himself into the situation with a great deal of enthusiasm. The first few weeks this pillar of a man didn't bother with his day of rest. As time passed, however, he began looking forward to that precious day of rest. In fact, that very day filled his every thought; he longed to be off the this island of female pleasure. Oh, he thought, to hear a masculine voice again, and to sleep for days and days without the touch of a woman. Then, one morning, off in the distant appear a object. As it near, he could see it was a raft with a person on it. He waved frantically as the raft approached the tiny island. Finally, it was close enough to see the new arrival was a man. Jumping up and down with joy, he cou;ldn't believe his good fortune. He dashed down the hill to the beach yelling words of cheer and welcome. He rushed into the water to pull the raft ashore. As the man stepped onto the sand he threw his arms around him and cried: "Man, you've no idea how glad I'm to see you!" "Well, say ol' fellow." Swished the new arrival as he embraced him and said, "I'm glad to see you too!" before he placed a kiss upon his lips. Our island dweller sighed and said, "My God, there goes my Sundays!"
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