Oscar the Unlucky Flea:::
A flea had oiled up his little flea legs and his little flea arms,
had spread out his blanket, and was proceeding to soak up the Miami
sun when who should stumble by on the beach but an old flea friend
of his.
"Oscar, what happened to you?", asked the flea, because Oscar looked
terrible, wrapped up in a blanket, his nose running, his eyes red, and
his teeth chattering.
"I got a ride down here in some guy's mustache and he came down here
by motorcycle. I nearly froze my nuts off," wheezed Oscar.
"Let me give you a tip, old pal," said the first flea, spreading some
more suntan oil on his shoulders. "You go to the stewardess lounge at
the airport, see, and you get up on the toilet seat, and when an Air
Florida stewardess comes in you hop on for a nice warm ride. Got it?"
So you can imagine the flea's surprise when, a month or so later, while
stretched out all warm and comfortable on the beach, who should he see
but Oscar - looking more chilled and miserable than before.
"Listen," said Oscar, "I did everything you said. I made it to the
stewardess lounge and waited till a really cute one came in, and made
a perfect landing and got so warm and cozy that I dozed right off."
"And so?" asked the first flea.
"And so the next thing I know, I'm on this guy's mustache again!" |
