Phillip fancied himself as a bit of a ladies man, so when his cruise ship went down in a storm and he found himself stranded on a desert island with six gorgeous women, he couldn't believe his good fortune. And all the women agreed that each could have him one for night a week, giving him one day to relax and regain his strength.

Phillip threw himself into this arrangement with gusto, but as the weeks turned into months, he found himself looking forward to that single day of rest more and more eagerly.

One afternoon he was sitting on the beach wishing for another man to come along and share his workload, when he caught sight of a man waving from a raft that was bobbing on the waves in the distance. Phillip swam out, pulled the raft to shore, and danced a little jig of happiness.

'You will not believe how happy I am to see you,' he cried.

The new fellow eyed him up and down and cooed,

'You're a sight for sore eyes, too, you gorgeous thing!'

'Shit,' sighed Phillip, 'there go my Sundays...'