On a chain of beautiful deserted islands in the middle of nowhere, the following people are stranded:
Two Italian men and one Italian woman.
Two French men and one French woman.
Two German men and one German woman.
Two Greek men and one Greek woman.
Two British men and one British woman.
Two Bulgarian men and one Bulgarian woman.
Two Japanese men and one Japanese woman.
Two Vietnamese men and one Vietnamese woman.
Two Irish men and one Irish woman.
Two North American men and one North American 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 together and the
Greek woman is cooking and cleaning for them.
The two British men are waiting for someone to
introduce them to the British woman.
The two Bulgarian men took one look at the
Bulgarian woman and started swimming to another
island.
The two Japanese have faxed Tokyo and are
awaiting instructions.
The two Vietnamese men have set up a pharmacy,
liquor store, restaurant, and laundry, and have
gotten the woman pregnant in order to supply
employees and customers for their stores.
The two Irish men divided the island into north and
south and setup a distillery. They don't remember
if sex is in the picture because it gets somewhat
foggy after a few liters of coconut whiskey.
However, they're satisfied because the English
aren't having any fun.
The two North American men are contemplating suicide,
because the American woman will not shut up and
complains relentlessly about her body, the true
nature of feminism, what the sun is doing to her
skin, how she can do anything 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 the root
cause of all her problems, and why didn't they
bring a damn cell phone so they could call 911 and
get them all rescued off this God forsaken
deserted island in the middle of freaking nowhere
so she can get her nails done and go shopping.
Two Italian men and one Italian woman.
Two French men and one French woman.
Two German men and one German woman.
Two Greek men and one Greek woman.
Two British men and one British woman.
Two Bulgarian men and one Bulgarian woman.
Two Japanese men and one Japanese woman.
Two Vietnamese men and one Vietnamese woman.
Two Irish men and one Irish woman.
Two North American men and one North American 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 together and the
Greek woman is cooking and cleaning for them.
The two British men are waiting for someone to
introduce them to the British woman.
The two Bulgarian men took one look at the
Bulgarian woman and started swimming to another
island.
The two Japanese have faxed Tokyo and are
awaiting instructions.
The two Vietnamese men have set up a pharmacy,
liquor store, restaurant, and laundry, and have
gotten the woman pregnant in order to supply
employees and customers for their stores.
The two Irish men divided the island into north and
south and setup a distillery. They don't remember
if sex is in the picture because it gets somewhat
foggy after a few liters of coconut whiskey.
However, they're satisfied because the English
aren't having any fun.
The two North American men are contemplating suicide,
because the American woman will not shut up and
complains relentlessly about her body, the true
nature of feminism, what the sun is doing to her
skin, how she can do anything 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 the root
cause of all her problems, and why didn't they
bring a damn cell phone so they could call 911 and
get them all rescued off this God forsaken
deserted island in the middle of freaking nowhere
so she can get her nails done and go shopping.