Life in a Nudist Colony

A man joins a very exclusive Florida nudist colony.  On his first day there, he takes off his clothes and starts to wander around.  A gorgeous petite blonde walks by and the man immediately gets an erection.

The woman notices his erection, comes over to him and says, “Did you call for me?”

“No,” the man replies, “what do you mean?”

“You must be new here,” she says.  “Let me explain.  It’s a rule here that

if you get an erection, it implies you called for me.”

Smiling, she leads him to the side of the swimming pool, lies down on a towel, eagerly pulls him to her and makes passionate love to him.

The man continues to explore the colony’s facilities.  He enters the sauna and, as he sits down, he farts.

A huge, hairy man lumbers toward him.  “Did you call for me?” says the hairy man.

“What do you mean?” asks the newcomer.

“You must be new,” says the hairy man.  “It’s a rule that if you fart, it implies that you called for me.”  The huge man spins him around, bends him over a bench and has his way with him.

The newcomer staggers back to the colony office where he is greeted by the smiling, naked receptionist.  “May I help you?” she asks.

“Here’s my membership card,” the man says.  “You can have the key back, and you can keep the $500 membership fee.”

“But, Sir,” she replies, “you’ve only been here for a few hours.  You haven’t had the chance to see all our facilities.”