FileTitle: Joke1445.html
Category: Humor
Type: Joke
Description: Fleas on the Beach
     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

     "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 to take a leak, 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!"