a flea goes into a travel agency...

a flea goes into a travel agency and says, “oh i’ve been working so hard for the last few years, i really need a holiday.”

travel agent asks, “what kinda holiday were you in the market for?”

flea says, “i want to go somewhere bright and sunny, somewhere that i can just relax and enjoy myself, don’t want to worry about anything.”

travel agent says “okay” and starts flipping through his catalogue book. after some research, the travel agent announces proudly, “okay, i can give you one week in Nice, in Ringo Starr‘s hair.”

so off the flea goes.

after 4 days, the flea comes back to the travel agent.

travel agent asks, “what are you doing back here? aren’t you supposed to be on holiday?”

flea says, “oh that was an awful holiday! he spends all his time indoors, he’s always banging on the drums, he never goes out, it’s noisey and smelly. he’s always shaking his head from side to head, i got a terrible migraine! I just want a nice relaxing holiday, you know, out in the sun. i want to relax!”

so the travel agent picks up another catalogue and does some flipping through. suddenly he announces, “okay, i can give you one week in Monte Carlo, in Omar Sharif‘s moustache.”

so off the flea goes.

after 4 days, the flea comes back to the travel agent.

travel agent asks, “you’re back so soon? what was wrong with that holiday?”

flea says, “oh that holiday was even worse! he spends all his time in the casino gambling. and what’s worse, he smokes so much, all the smoke went up into his moustache, i got burnt from a bit of ash and cinders, it was smelly and ugh! it was no good, no good! i just want to relax! i want sunshine and sand and blue skies!”

so the travel agent picks up another catalogue and does some research. after a long period, finally he announces, “okay, we’ve had a cancellation, and this is perfect for you. i can give you one week in St Tropez, in Brigitte Bardot‘s muff.”

so off the flea goes.

after 4 days, the flea returns to the travel agent.

“what!!” the travel agent exclaims, completely flabberghasted. “what are you doing here?! what was wrong with that holiday?!”

“oh nothing!” replies the flea. “it was lovely. she’s so lovely. she just lays out all day long in the beautiful sand, on the beach, she soaks up a lot of sun, she had this radio next to her playing this delightfully relaxing music… i had a wonderful time there, it was the best holiday i’ve had.”

puzzled, the travel agent asks, “well if it was so great, what are you doing back here so early?”

flea replies, “you tell me! after 3 days, i found myself back in Omar Sharif’s moustache.”
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As told by Dustin Hoffman, which I copied off another website. I remember hearing this joke as a child and not really knowing who Omar Sharif was but still finding it quite funny and so I wanted to share it with you.

RIP Omar Sharif