RE: joke time
March 20, 2018 at 7:21 pm
(This post was last modified: March 20, 2018 at 7:22 pm by Magilla.)
This fella had been cast away on a tiny island for eight years.
Sitting on the beach, he spies a movement just off shore.
It's a gorgeous young woman wearing a wet-suit.
As she emerges from the surf she smiles charmingly and asks the guy: "Hi how are you?"
He says: "I've been lonesome, but as of now, not so much".
She says: "Do you smoke?", and he says; "Yeah, but not in eight years".
So the girl fishes into her left pocket, and gets out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, in a waterproof pouch.
She sets up a ciggy, lights it and gives it to our castaway, who has a jolly good puff, blowing out clouds of smoke.
"Aaah, good", he says, and she says, "How long is it since you had a drink?"
"Eight long years", he replies, so she fishes out a bottle of booze from her right pocket".
The girl unscrews the bottle, and gives it to the now smiling man, who has a long draught of the delicious stuff.
"And . . . ", says the young woman, seductively pulling at the long zip down the front of her wet suit, "how long is it since you . . . played around?"
"Good grief ", replies the man, "don't tell me you've got a set of golf clubs in there !"
Sitting on the beach, he spies a movement just off shore.
It's a gorgeous young woman wearing a wet-suit.
As she emerges from the surf she smiles charmingly and asks the guy: "Hi how are you?"
He says: "I've been lonesome, but as of now, not so much".
She says: "Do you smoke?", and he says; "Yeah, but not in eight years".
So the girl fishes into her left pocket, and gets out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, in a waterproof pouch.
She sets up a ciggy, lights it and gives it to our castaway, who has a jolly good puff, blowing out clouds of smoke.
"Aaah, good", he says, and she says, "How long is it since you had a drink?"
"Eight long years", he replies, so she fishes out a bottle of booze from her right pocket".
The girl unscrews the bottle, and gives it to the now smiling man, who has a long draught of the delicious stuff.
"And . . . ", says the young woman, seductively pulling at the long zip down the front of her wet suit, "how long is it since you . . . played around?"
"Good grief ", replies the man, "don't tell me you've got a set of golf clubs in there !"
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