In a group of beautiful deserted islands in the middle of nowhere, the
following people are stranded:

* 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 Chinese men and 1 Chinese woman
* 2 American men and 1 American woman
* 2 Irish men and 1 Irish woman.

One month later on these absolutely stunning deserted 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 menage-a-trois.
* The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of alternating
visits with the German woman.
* The two Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek
woman is cleaning and cooking for them.
* The two English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to
the English woman.
* The two Bulgarian men took one long look at the endless ocean
and another long look at the Bulgarian woman and started swimming.
* The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting
instructions.
* The two Chinese men have set up a pharmacy/liquor store and a
restaurant/laundry, and have gotten the woman pregnant in order to
supply employees for their store.
* The two American men are contemplating the virtues of suicide,
because the American woman keeps on complaining about her body, the true
nature of feminism, how she can do everything they can do, the necessity
of fulfillment, the equal division of household chores, how sand and
palm trees make her look fat, how her last boyfriend respected her
opinion and treated her nicer than they do, and how her relationship
with her mother is improving, and how at least the taxes are low and it
isn’t raining.
* The two Irish men divided the island into North and South and
set up a distillery. They do not remember if sex is in the picture
because it gets sort of foggy after the first few liters of coconut
whiskey. But they’re satisfied because at least the English aren’t
having any fun.