A fellow was shipwrecked with six lovely women who in a short time were fighting over his attentions. They held a meeting to resolve the problem and decided that each would have his services on a different day of the week, with Sundays off for him.
In due time the guy was dragging himself through the week, looking forward to Sunday.
As he lay an the beach one day he saw a dot floating on the sea which as it got closer turned out to be a man on a raft. With his last ounce of strength he swam out, pulled the raft ashore, gave the occupant CPR and as he came around said to him; "Oh man, am I ever glad to see you!
"Goodness gracious, am I ever glad to see you too", said the raft rider in a swishy way.
With a shrug of resignation the guy said… "Oh damn, there goes my Sundays!"