Shipwrecked

[Seafood]

I really was shipwrecked on a remote island once. I was there for five years before I was rescued.

The first responder to reach me was a woman in a tight wet suit. Mother Nature and genes had been very kind to her. She asked how long it had been since I had enjoyed a smoke. I told her, "Five years." She unzipped a pocket on her wet suit and pulled out a waterproof pouch with a wonderful Cuban cigar.

"How long has it been since you've had a drink?" "Five years," was my response. She unzipped another pocket on her wet suit and pulled out a flask of Jack Daniels.

Next, she started to unzip the front of her wet suit as she asked, "How long has it been since you've played around?" I fell to my knees. Tears came to my eyes. I exclaimed, "Don't tell me you have a set of golf clubs in there, too!!!"