Marooned

[Seafood]

An old guy had been marooned on a remote island for many long, lonely years. One day he saw a boat on the horizon, coming closer and closer. Finally it stopped, and a beautiful auburn-haired lass came ashore. She was smiling and wearing a heavy raincoat.

She unzipped a pocket of the coat, pulled out a flask of Jamesons, and said, “I’ll bet you could use a large pull of Irish whiskey.”

“Oh my God,” he said, “you have no idea!” And drank it down in one huge gulp.

She unzipped another pocket, saying, “And I’ll bet a good cigar would go very nicely with that whiskey.”

She gave him the cigar, lit it for him, and watched his eyes glaze over with pleasure at the heavenly smoke.

Then she slowly started to unzip her raincoat from the neck down. As she did so, she said, “And right about now I’ll bet you’re thinking you’d really like to play around.”

He was absolutely stunned. “Oh my God! Really?” He exclaimed. “Don’t tell me you’ve got golf clubs in there too!”