Desert Island romance

Doesn't this say it all???

On a beautiful deserted island in the middle of no-where
the following people are suddenly stranded by, as you might
expect, a shipwreck.

2 Italian men and 1 Italian woman

2 Frenh men and 1 French woman

2 German men and 1 German woman

2 Greek men and 1 Greek woman

2 English men and 1 English woman

2 Bulgarian men and 1 Bulgarian woman

2 Japenese men and 1 Japanese woman

2 Chinese men and 1 Chinese woman

2 American men and 1 American woman

2 Irish men and 1 Irish woman

One month later on this absolutely stunningly beautiful
desert (and deserted) isand in the middle of no-where, the
following things have occurred.

One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.

The two French men and the French woman are living happily
together in a menage-a-trois.

The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of alterating
visits with the German woman.

The two Greek men are sleeping together and the Greek woman
is cleaning and cooking for them.

The two English men are waiting to be introduced to the English
woman.

The two Bulgarian men took one long look at the endless ocean
and another long look at the Bulgarian woman, and started swimming.

The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting
instructions.

The two Chinese men have set up a pharmacy, a liquor store,
a restaurant and a laundry, and have got the woman pregnant
in order to supply employees for the stores.

The two American men are contemplating the virtues of
suicide because the American woman keeps endlessly
complaining about her body, the true nature of feminism, how
she can do everything that they can do, the necessity of
fulfilment, the equal division of household labors, how sand
and palm trees make her look fat, how her last boyfriend
respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do, how
her relationship with her mother is improving, and at least the
taxes are low and it isn't raining.

The two Irish men have divided the island into North and South
and set up a distillery. They do not remember if sex is in the
picture because it gets sort of foggy after the first few liters of
coconut whiskey. But they are happy because at least the
English aren't having any fun.

It's a pity there were no Australian's involved here, I would have
loved to see how they would have handled it.

The new Zealander's wouldn't participate because they couldn't
bring a sheep with them.