After ten long, agonizing years of complete isolation on a deserted island, a castaway spotted a strange speck on the horizon—and what emerged from the surf shattered all his expectations.
It wasn’t a rescue ship, a rescue boat, or even a raft. Instead, a drop-dead gorgeous blonde in a skintight wetsuit and scuba gear walked gracefully out of the crashing waves.
She strolled right up to the stunned, bearded man and smiled. “Tell me… how long has it been since you’ve had a cigarette?”
“Ten years!” the castaway stammered, staring in disbelief.
With a smirk, she unzipped a waterproof pocket on her left sleeve and handed him a fresh cigarette. He lit it, took a deep, desperate drag, and sighed. “Oh man, that is pure heaven!”
“And how long since you’ve had a taste of smooth bourbon?” she teased.
His hands started to shake. “Ten years.”
She unzipped a pocket on her right sleeve, pulled out a flask, and handed it over. He took a massive swig, coughing happily. “Wow! That is absolutely incredible!”
At this point, the woman locked eyes with him seductively. She slowly reached for the long zipper running right down the front of her wetsuit, pulled it down a few inches, and whispered, “Now tell me… how long has it been since you’ve really played around?”
Tears of pure joy instantly welled up in the man’s eyes. He fell to his knees, clapped his hands together, and sobbed:
“Oh my god… don’t tell me you’ve got a full set of golf clubs in there?!”
