A cruise ship founders on a reef, and a man just manages to swim some miles and
crawl up on a desert island. After recovering from the ordeal, he begins to explore and
finds to his great surprise (and pleasure) that the only other survivor of this terrible
tragedy is Cindy Crawford. They build a lean-to and find some food and water. After a
few weeks, it becomes clear that help is not on the way, so they start to get intimate.
The guy is clearly ecstatic for a couple of weeks, but one morning she awakes to find
him moping under a tree. “What’s the matter?” Cindy says: “Is there anything I can
do?” “Well, I am a little shy about asking you,” he replies: “But could you take some of
that charcoal from the fire and paint a mustache on your face?” “A mustache? Well…
I… I suppose so”, and she does it. “Now, there’s just one other thing. Can I call you
Bob… like my friend?” “Bob? Well… if it will make you feel better… all right.” “Great!” he
cries, looks at her and says: “Bob! You’re never gonna believe who I’m fucking