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>
> THE WAY IT IS
>
> There was this male engineer, on a cruise ship in the Caribbean for the
> first time. It was wonderful, the experience of his life. He was being
> waited on hand and foot. But, it did not last. A hurricane came up
> unexpectedly and the ship went down almost instantly.
>
> The man found himself, he knew not how, swept up on the shore of an island.
> There was nothing else anywhere to be seen. No person, no supplies,
> nothing. The man looked around. There were some bananas and coconuts, but
> that was it. He was desperate, and forlorn, but decided to make the best
> of it. So for the next four months he ate bananas, drank coconut juice, and
> mostly looked to the sea mightily for a ship to come to his rescue.
>
> One day, as he was lying on the beach, stroking his beard, and looking for
> a ship, he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. Could it be
> true? Was it a ship? No! From around the corner of the island came this
> rowboat. In it was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, or at least
> had seen in 4 months. She was tall, tanned, and her blond hair flowing in
> the sea breeze gave her an almost ethereal quality. She spotted him as he
> was waving and yelling and screaming to get her attention, and rowed her
> boat towards him.
>
> In disbelief, he asked, "Where did you come from? How did you get here"?
>
> She answered, "I rowed from the other side of the island. I landed on this
> island when my cruise ship sank."
>
> "Amazing", he said, "I didn't know anyone else had survived. How many of
> you are there? Where, did you get the rowboat? You must have been really
> lucky to have a rowboat wash up with you?"
>
> "It is only me", she said, "and the rowboat didn't wash up with me.
> Nothing did."
>
> "Well then", said the man, "how did you get the rowboat?"
>
> "I made the rowboat out of raw material that I found on the island,"
> replied the woman. "The oars were whittled from gum tree branches. I wove
> the tree."
>
> "But, but," asked the man, "what about tools and hardware? How did you do
> that?"
>
> "Oh, no problem," replied the woman, "on the south side of the island there
> is a very unusual strata of alluvial rock exposed. I found that if I fired
> it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgeable ductile
> iron. I used that for tools, and used the tools to make the hardware. But
> enough of that," she said. "Where do you live?"
>
> At last the man was forced to confess that he had been sleeping on the
> beach. "Well, let's row over to my place, she said." So they both got
> into the rowboat and left for her side of island.
>
> The woman easily rowed them around to a wharf that led to the approach to
> her place. She tied up the rowboat with a beautifully woven hemp rope.
> They walked up a stone walk and around a palm tree. There stood an
> exquisite bungalow, painted in blue and white.
>
> "It's not much," she said, "but I call it home. Sit down please. Would
> you like to have a drink?"
>
> "No," said the man, "one more coconut juice and I'll throw up."
>
> "It won't be coconut juice," the woman replied, "I have a still. How about
> a Pina Colada?"
>
> Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepted, and they sat down
> on her couch to talk.
>
> After a while, when they had exchanged their stories, the woman asked,
> "Tell me, have you always had a beard?"
>
> "No", the man replied, "I was clean shaven all of my life, and even on the
> cruise ship."
>
> "Well if you would like to shave, there is a man's razor upstairs in the
> cabinet in the bathroom." So, the man, astounded beyond cognition, went
> upstairs to the bathroom. Sure enough, there in the cabinet was a razor
> made from a bone handle, two shells honed to a hollow ground edge were
> fastened on to its end inside of a swivel mechanism. The man shaved,
> showered and went back down stairs.
>
> "You look great," said the woman, "I think I will go up and slip into
> something more comfortable." And she did.
>
> The man continued to sip his Pina Colada. After a short time, the woman
> returned wearing fig leafs, strategically positioned, and smelling faintly
> of gardenia.
>
> "Tell me," she asked, "we have both been out here for a very long time with
> no companionship. You know what I mean. Have you been lonely? Is there
> anything that you really miss? Something that all men and woman need.
> Something that it would be really nice to have right now."
>
> "Yes there is," the man replied, as he moved closer to the woman while
> fixing a winsome gaze upon her, "Tell me ... do you happen to have an
> Internet connection?"
Sounds like the guy has his priorities in order to me!!
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