This will be a weekly feature that will provide just what all of us need on one of the most dreaded days of the week: MONDAY!
Marooned on a South Seas island, a man with a beard down to his knees is walking on the beach. Suddenly a beautiful woman emerges from the surf.
“Been here long?” she asks. “Since 1981,” he replies.
“How long has it been since you’ve had a cigarette?” “Eleven years.”
She unzips a pocket in the sleeve of her wet suit, pulls out a pack of Camels, lights one, and hands it to him. He inhales greedily.
“How long since you’ve had a drink of whiskey?” “Eleven years.”
She unzips the other sleeve and offers him a flask. He takes a long pull and looks at her adoringly.
“How long,” she asks coyly, “since you played around?” “Eleven years, ” he says wistfully.
She starts to unzip the front of her wet suit. “Gosh,” he says, “you got a set of golf clubs in there?”