A flea had oiled up his little flea legs and his little flea arms, had 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 in some guy's mustache and he came down here 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. "You 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, a month or so later, while stretched out all warm and comfortable on the beach, who should he see but Oscar, looking just as chilled and miserable as before.

What happened buddy," said Oscar's friend in Florida.
"Well, I did just what you told me to do. I made it to the stewardess lounge and hopped onto the toilet seat. I waited there until a real cute one walked in. Then, I hopped on in as she sat down and made myself warm and cozy in her hair. I was soo warm and cozy that I actually fell asleep. And you know what... When I woke up, I found myself in some guy's mustache again.