>> A typical English 20 something, having split from his latest
>>girlfriend, decided to take a vacation. He booked himself on a Caribbean
>>cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life, that is, until the ship
>>sank.
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>>He found himself on an island with no other people, no supplies,
>>nothing, only bananas and coconuts.
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>>After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the
>>most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to the shore. In disbelief,
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>>asks, "Where did you come from? How did you get here?"
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>>She replies, "I rowed from the other side of the island. I landed here
>>when my cruise ship sank."
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>>"Amazing," he notes. "You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up
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>>you." "Oh, this thing?" explains the woman. "I made the boat out of raw
>>material I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum tree
>>branches. I wove the bottom from palm branches, and the sides and stern
>>came from a Eucalyptus tree"
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>>"But, where did you get the tools?"
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>>"Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman. "On the south side of
>>the island, a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock is exposed. I found if
>>I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into ductile
>>iron. I used that for tools and used the tools to make the hardware."
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>>The guy is stunned.
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>>"Let's row over to my place," she says.
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>>After a few minutes of rowing, she docks the boat at a small wharf. As
>>the man looks to shore, he nearly falls off the boat. Before him is a
>>stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white.
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>> While the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope,
>>the man can only stare ahead, dumb struck. As they walk into the house,
>>she
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>>says casually, "It's not much but I call it home. Sit down, please.
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>> Would you like a drink?"
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>>"No! No thank you," he blurts out, still dazed. "I can't take another
>>drop of coconut juice."
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>>"It's not coconut juice," winks the woman. "I have a still. How would
>>you like a Pina Colada?"
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>>Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they sit down
>>on her 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 bathroom
>>cabinet."
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>>No longer questioning anything, the man goes into the bathroom. There, in
>>the cabinet, a razor made from a piece of tortoise bone. Two shells honed
>>to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end inside a swivel
>>mechanism.
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>>"This woman is amazing," he muses. "What next?"
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>>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 many months. You've
>>been
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>>lonely. There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now,
>>something you've been longing for?" She stares into his eyes ..
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>>He can't believe what he's hearing. "You mean . . " he swallows
>>excitedly and tears start to form in his eyes...
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>>"Don't tell me you've got Sky Sports as well"
>>girlfriend, decided to take a vacation. He booked himself on a Caribbean
>>cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life, that is, until the ship
>>sank.
>>
>>
>>He found himself on 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 the shore. In disbelief,
>>he
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>>asks, "Where did you come from? How did you get here?"
>>
>>She replies, "I rowed from the other side of the island. I landed here
>>when my cruise ship sank."
>>
>>"Amazing," he notes. "You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up
>>with
>
>>you." "Oh, this thing?" explains the woman. "I made the boat out of raw
>>material I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum tree
>>branches. I wove the bottom from palm branches, and the sides and stern
>>came from a Eucalyptus tree"
>>
>>"But, where did you get the tools?"
>>
>>"Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman. "On the south side of
>>the island, a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock is exposed. I found if
>>I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into ductile
>>iron. I used that for tools and used the tools to make the hardware."
>>
>>The guy 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
>>the man looks to shore, he nearly falls off 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,
>>the man can only stare ahead, dumb struck. As they walk into the house,
>>she
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>>says casually, "It's not much but I call it home. Sit down, please.
>>
>> Would you like a drink?"
>>
>>"No! No thank you," he blurts out, still dazed. "I can't take another
>>drop of coconut juice."
>>
>>"It's not coconut juice," winks the woman. "I have a still. How would
>>you like a Pina Colada?"
>>
>>Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they sit down
>>on her 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 bathroom
>>cabinet."
>>
>>No longer questioning anything, the man goes into the bathroom. There, in
>>the cabinet, a razor made from a piece of tortoise bone. Two shells honed
>>to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end inside a swivel
>>mechanism.
>>
>>"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 many months. You've
>>been
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>>lonely. There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now,
>>something you've been longing for?" She stares into his eyes ..
>>
>>He can't believe what he's hearing. "You mean . . " he swallows
>>excitedly and tears start to form in his eyes...
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