A bloke 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 bloke. 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 Hillary 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, our bloke 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?"
OK, I know, coat on
Graham
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