Thread: A Flea's Tale.

One January afternoon a flea oiled up his little flea legs and
his little flea arms, 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 from Michigan in some guy's mustache and
he came down 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. "Next time just 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, the following
January 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.

"So the next thing I know, I'm on this guy's mustache again!"

Not bad at all!

^What? It was terrible.