(March 20, 2018 at 7:21 pm)Magilla Wrote: 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 !"
Same scenario.
She asks him what he does to pass the time?
"I fling stones."
"Have you ever had sex?"
"No, what's that?"
So she shows him. Multiple times over multiple hours.
Finally she's lying on the sand and asks, "What did you think of that?"
"That was great!" He replies. Then he looks down his body in horror and screams, "But look what you did to my stone flinger!! It's all soft!"
Dying to live, living to die.