* 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 Swedish men and 1 Swedish woman,
and * 2 Irish men and 1 Irish woman.
One month later on this beautiful deserted island in the middle of nowhere...
The 1st Italian man killed the other for the Italian woman....
The 2 French men and the French woman are living happily together in a "menage a trois"....
The 2 German men have a strict weekly schedule of when they alternate with the German woman.
The 2 Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cleaning and cooking for them.
The 2 English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman.
The 2 Bulgarian men took one look at the endless ocean, one look at the Bulgarian woman and started swimming.
The 2 Swedish men are contemplating the virtues of suicide while the woman keeps on bitching about her body being her own and the true nature of feminism. But at least it's not snowing and the taxes are low.
The Irish began by dividing their island Northside-Southside and setting up a distillery. They don't remember if sex is in the picture, because it gets sort of foggy after the first few litres of Coconut-whiskey, but at least they know the English aren't getting any....
So the farmer took Randy back to the farm. Before setting him loose in the henhouse though, he gave Randy a little pep talk. "Randy", he said, "I'm counting on you to do your stuff". And without a word, he strutted into the henhouse.
Randy was as fast as he was furious, mounting each hen like a thunderbolt. There was much squawking and many feathers flying, till Randy had finished having his way with each hen. But Randy didn't stop there, he went in to the barn and mounted all the horses, one by one and still at the same frantic pace.
Then he went to the pighouse, where he did the same. The farmer, watching all of this with disbelief, cried out "Stop, Randy, you'll kill yourself". But Randy continued, seeking out each farm animal in the same manner.
Well the next morning, the farmer looked out and saw Randy lying there on his lawn. His legs were up in the air, his eyes rolled back, and his long tongue hanging out. A buzzard was already circling above Randy.
The farmer walked up to Randy saying "Oh you poor thing, look what you did, you've gone and killed yourself. I warned you my little buddy".
"Shhhhh" Randy whispered, "The buzzard's getting closer."