Freddy the Flea Freddy The Flea Freddy the Flea is laying out in the sun in Miami Beach, putting suntan lotion on his little flea arms, and on his little flea legs, when he notices his buddy Oscar stumbling down the beach. Oscar is a mess, he’s shivering, disheveled, and looks like 9 miles of bad road. “Holy shit Oscar, what happened?” asks Freddy. Oscar says, “You won’t believe it Freddy, I just rode all the way down from New York on some biker’s mustache, and I damned near froze my ass off”. Freddy says, “Oscar, you dummy, that’s not the way to travel. What you do is go to the airport, go in the ladies restroom, climb on a toilet seat, and when a nice stew from Miami Air sits down, you hop aboard, and fly first class”. Oscar agrees to try this. A couple weeks later, Freddy’s on the beach again, and here comes Oscar, looking even worse than before. Freddy says, “Oscar, what happened, didn’t you do what I said?” Oscar says, “Oh Freddy, I did just like you told me, I went in the women’s bathroom at the airport, and when a nice blonde stewardess sat down I jumped on. It was so nice and warm and comfy that I just relaxed and fell asleep. And the next thing I knew, I was on that same biker’s mustache!”. z