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Desert Island

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One day, this man who has been stranded on a desert island, in the middle of the vast ocean and all alone for ten years, was sitting on the beach watching the ocean.

This is how he has spent every day since he was shipwrecked, a rather mundane existence, but other than finding coconuts and catching fish to eat, there wasn’t really a lot else to do.

This day began like any other day, just sitting alone on the sand with his thoughts, until he saw an unusual speck on the horizon.

“It’s certainly not a ship,”he thought to himself.

As the speck got closer and closer and at the same time larger and larger, he began to rule out the possibilities of a small boat, then even a raft.

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

She approached the stunned guy and asked, “How long has it been since you’ve had a cigarette?”

“Ten years!” he said, too flabbergasted to do anything but just respond to her question.

She reached over and unzippped a waterproof pocket on her left sleeve and pulled out a pack of fresh cigarettes.

The man took one, lit it and took a long drag. “Man, oh man! Is that ever good!” he said.

She then asked him, “How long has it been since you’ve had a sip of good bourbon?”

Trembling, he replied, “Ten Years!”

She reached over, unzippped her waterproof pocket on her right sleeve, pulled out a flask and gave it to him.

The man opened the flask, took a long swig and said, “Wow, that’s absolutely fantastic!”

Then she started slowly unzipping the long zipper that ran all the way down the front of her wet suit. She looked at him seductively and asked, “And how long has it been since you’ve played around?”

The man, with tears welling up in his eyes, replied, “Oh sweet Jesus! … Don’t tell me you’ve got golf clubs in there!”

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