Originally Posted by Graham Coulson
A very keen golfer went on a cruise, which met with a violent storm. The ship was wrecked and the golfer was washed up on to a remote desert island. He was apparently the only survivor and was alone for about three days.
On the fourth day, a raft came into sight and on it was a glamorous, scantily clad young woman with a wonderful figure. In fact, she only had enough on to cover her confusion ! She stepped ashore and was warmly greeted by the lone golfer and they were soon getting on handsomely together.
The woman cuddled up to him and stroked his bare chest.
“Would you like to play around with me?” she whispered in his ear.
“I would very much,” replied the golfer, “but I’m afraid my clubs went down with the ship !”
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