Desert island.

[Stewards enquiry]

One day, a man, who has been stranded on a desert island
for over ten years, sees an unusual speck on the horizon.

"It's certainly not a ship", he thinks to himself. As the speck
gets closer and closer, he begins to rule out the possibilities
of a small boat then, even a raft.

Suddenly, emerging from the surf comes a drop-dead gorgeous
blonde woman wearing a wet suit and scuba gear.

She approaches the stunned man and says to him, "Tell me.
How long has it been since you've had a cigarette?"

"Ten years," replies the man.

With that, she reaches over and unzips a waterproof pocket
on her left sleeve and pulls out a pack of fresh cigarettes.
He takes one, lights it, takes a long draw and says, "Oh
Dear Lord! Is that good!"

"And how long has it been since you've had a beer?"
she asks him.

Trembling, the castaway replies, "Ten years."

She reaches over, unzips her right sleeve, pulls out a cold
Tennents and hands it to him. He opens the beer, takes a
long swallow and says, "Lord Jesus, thank you, thank you!!"

At this point she starts slowly unzipping the long zipper that
runs down the front of her wet suit, looks at the man and asks,
"And how long has it been since you've played around?"

With tears in his eyes, the man falls to his knees and sobs,
"Oh, sweet Jesus! Don't tell me you've got golf clubs in there too!"

:yikes: