Blackwater
03-31-2006, 01:26 AM
A man was washed up on a beach after a terrible shipwreck.
Only a sheep and a sheepdog were washed up with him.
After looking around, he realized that they were stranded on a
deserted island.
After being there a while, he got into the habit of taking his two
animal companions to the beach every evening to watch the sun set.
One particular evening, the sky was a fiery red with beautiful
cirrus clouds, the breeze was warm and gentle - a perfect night for
romance.
As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to
the lonely man. Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and put his arm
around it.
But the sheepdog, ever protective of the sheep, growled fiercely
until the man took his arm from around the sheep.
After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the
sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling.
A few weeks passed by and, lo and behold, there was another
shipwreck. The only survivor was Hillary Clinton.
That evening, the man introduced Hilary to the evening beach ritual.
It was another beautiful evening - red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and
gentle breeze - perfect for a night of romance.
Pretty soon, the man started to get "those feelings" again..
He fought the urges as long as he could, but he finally gave
in and leaned over to Hillary, cautiously, and whispered in her
ear...
"Would you mind taking the dog for a walk?"
Only a sheep and a sheepdog were washed up with him.
After looking around, he realized that they were stranded on a
deserted island.
After being there a while, he got into the habit of taking his two
animal companions to the beach every evening to watch the sun set.
One particular evening, the sky was a fiery red with beautiful
cirrus clouds, the breeze was warm and gentle - a perfect night for
romance.
As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to
the lonely man. Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and put his arm
around it.
But the sheepdog, ever protective of the sheep, growled fiercely
until the man took his arm from around the sheep.
After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the
sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling.
A few weeks passed by and, lo and behold, there was another
shipwreck. The only survivor was Hillary Clinton.
That evening, the man introduced Hilary to the evening beach ritual.
It was another beautiful evening - red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and
gentle breeze - perfect for a night of romance.
Pretty soon, the man started to get "those feelings" again..
He fought the urges as long as he could, but he finally gave
in and leaned over to Hillary, cautiously, and whispered in her
ear...
"Would you mind taking the dog for a walk?"