[Chad Johnson]

One day Dirk, who has been stranded on a desert island all alone for ten years, sees an unusual speck on the horizon. "It's certainly not a ship," he thinks to himself. And as the speck gets closer and closer, he begins to rule out the possibilities of a small boat, then even a raft.

Suddenly, emerging from the surf comes this drop-dead gorgeous brunette woman wearing a wet suit and scuba gear. She approaches Dirk and asks, "How long has it been since you've had a cigar?" "Ten years!" he says.

She reaches over and unzips a waterproof pocket on her left sleeve and pulls out a hand rolled camaroon, still in the tube. He takes it, lights it, takes a long drag, and says, "Man, oh man! Is that ever good!"

She then asks him, "How long has it been since you've had a sip of whiskey?" Trembling, he replies, "Ten years!"

She reaches over, unzips her waterproof pocket on her right sleeve, pulls out a flask, and gives it to him. He opens the flask, takes a long swig, and says, "Wow, that's absolutely fantastic!"

Then she starts slowly unzipping the long zipper that runs down the front of her wet suit, looks at him seductively asks, "And how long has it been since you've played around?" Dirk, with tears in his eyes, replies, "Oh sweet Lord! Don't tell me you've got golf clubs in there!"