The flea (2)
And it wasn't a cigarette he was smokin' 
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He went to a travel agency and told the agent that he had just retired, and wanted to go somewhere warm, maybe just lay back in the sand and relax.
The agent looked in his book and said "Oh, I have just the spot for you. It isn't on the beach, but you will be staying with a famous person." We have a place for you in Ringo Starr's hair.
"Wonderful" said the flea and off he went to London.
Four days later, he was back in the travel office. "Oh, that was terrible. Ringo played the drums all the time, bobbed his head up and down...I have a terrible headache, couldn't stand it anymore. Do you have another place."
The travel agent looked in his book again. "Oh here is a spot, night life, shows, casino". We have a place for you in Omar Shariff's mustache.
The flea set off and again, he was back within four days. "The cigarette smoke. All he did was smoke cigarettes. Day and night. I just couldn't breath. Don't you have ANYTHING else? Just a nice warm spot. All I want to do is lay back and relax".
The travel agent looked again. "I have a perfect place...it is in Bridget Bardot's muff."
Again, the flea leaves but he is back again in four days.
"I had a wonderful time. Bridget laid in the sun, had music playing on a little radio. She drank wine and ate cheese, spilled a little on her muff and I had a little meal. It was heaven."
"Then, why are you back here so soon?" asked the travel agent.
"I have no idea", said the flea. "It was evening. I was all relaxed, had just had a little wine and cheese and fell asleep. The next thing I knew, I was back in Omar Shariff's mustache!"