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Ship Wreck

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  • 08-04-2008 6:10pm
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    May have been posted but I didn't see it.

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    A cruise on the Pacific goes all wrong, the ship sinks, and there are only 3 Survivors; Damian, Darren and Deirdre.



    They manage to swim to a small island and they lived there for a couple of years doing what's natural for men and women to do.



    After several years of casual sex, all the time, Deirdre felt absolutely horrible about what she was doing.



    She felt having sex with both Damian and Darren was so bad that she killed herself.



    It was tragic but Damian and Darren managed to get through it and, after while, nature once more took its inevitable course.



    Well, a couple more years went by and Damian and Darren began to feel absolutely horrible about what they were doing.







    So they buried Deirdre.


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  • Registered Users Posts: 9,945 ✭✭✭trout


    So Robinson Crusoe gets shipwrecked again, and is all alone on a desert island for many years. One day, instead of Man Friday, a woman is washed up on shore. She's hawt.

    At first they hardly talk, but once they get comfortable they get talking and Woman Friday asks Robinson how he coped all alone, with his ... urges ... and so forth. Robinson tells her "ah ... I found a tree back in the forest there, with a lovely opening, just at the right height, you know".

    Fascinated, Woman Friday asks to see this tree, and sure enough, there is a rather suggestive opening, polished smooth by years of activity.

    Feeling frisky, she snuggles in close and asks "would you like to ... you know?"
    She reaches into his raggedy pants and pulls out his lad, which has chunks missing out of the head.

    By way of reply, Robinson leans her gently into the trunk of the tree, and starts to shake her back & forth and scream at the top of his lungs.

    "What the f@ck are you doing ?" she shouts.

    "Scaring off them bastid squirrels"


  • Moderators, Recreation & Hobbies Moderators, Science, Health & Environment Moderators, Technology & Internet Moderators Posts: 91,880 Mod ✭✭✭✭Capt'n Midnight


    Robinson Crusoe never worked weekends, he had all his work done by Friday.


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