A flea had oiled up his little flea legs and his little flea arms and was
soaking up the Miami sun, when an old flea friend of his walked by.
Oscar, what happened to you? asked the first flea when he saw how terrible
his friend looked — runny nose, red eyes, teeth chattering.
I got a ride down here in some biker’s mustache and nearly froze my nuts off,
wheezed Oscar.
Let me give you a tip, old pal, said the first flea. Go to the stewardess
lounge at the airport, get up on the toilet seat, and when a stewardess comes
in, hop on for a nice warm ride. Got it?
A month later, while stretched out on the beach, the flea saw Oscar again,
looking more chilled and miserable than before.
I did everything you said, Oscar explained. I went to the stewardess lounge,
made a perfect landing, and got so warm and cozy that I dozed off.
And so? asked the first flea.
And the next thing I know, I’m in this guy’s mustache again!