Phillip fancied himself quite a ladies man, so when his cruise ship went
down in a storm and he found himself stranded on a desert island with
six women, he couldn't believe his good fortune. They quickly agreed
that each woman would have one night a week with the only man.

Phillip threw himself into the arrangement with gusto, working even on
his day off, but as the weeks stretched into months, he found himself
looking forward to that day of rest more and more eagerly.

One afternoon he was sitting on the beach and wishing for some more men
to share his duties when he caught sight of a man waving from a life
raft that was bobbing on the waves. Phillip swam out, pulled the raft
to shore, and did a little jig of happiness. "You can't believe how
happy I am to see you," he cried.

The new fellow eyed him up and down and cooed, "You're a sight for sore
eyes, too, you gorgeous thing!"

"Shit," sighed Phillip, "there go my Sundays."