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> A retired corporate executive, now a widower, decided to take a vacation .
>
> He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of
> his life, that is, until the ship sank.
>
> He found himself on an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing ,
> only bananas and coconuts.
>
> After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most
> gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to the shore.
> In disbelief, he asks, "Where did you come from? How did you get here? She
> replies, "I rowed from the other side of the island. I landed here when my
> cruise ship sank,"
>
> "Amazing," he notes. "You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up
> with you,"
>
> "Oh, this thing?" explains the woman. "I made the boat out of raw material
> I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum tree branches. I
> wove the bottom from palm branches, and the sides and stern came from a
> Eucalyptus tree."
>
> "But, where did you get the tools?"
>
> "Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman. "On the South side of the
> island, a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock is exposed. I found if I
> fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into ductile iron
> used that for tools and used the tools to make the hardware."
> The guy is stunned.
>
> "Let's row over to my place," she says.
>
> After a few minutes of rowing, she docks the boat at a small wharf.
> As the man looks to shore, he nearly falls off the boat. Before him is a
> stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white.
> While
>
> the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, the man
> can only stare ahead, dumb struck. As they walk into the house, she says
> casuall y,
> "It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down, please.
>
> Would you like a drink?"
>
> "No! No thank you," he blurts out, still dazed. "I can't take another drop
> of co conut juice."
>
> "It's not coconut juice," winks the woman. "I have a still. How would you
> like a Pina Colada?"
>
> Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they sit Down
> on her couch to talk.
>
> After they have exchanged their stories, the woman announces, "I'm going
> to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower
> and shave? There is a razor upstairs in the bathroom cabinet."
> No longer questioning anything, the man goes into the bathroom. There, in
> the cabinet, a razor made from a piece of tortoise bone. Two shells honed
> to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end inside a swivel
> mechanism. "This woman is amazing," he muses. "What next?"
> When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but vines, strategically
> positioned, and smelling faintly of gardenias. She beckons for him to sit
> down next to her.
>
> "Tell me," she begins suggestively, slithering closer to him, "We've been
> out here for many months. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sur e
> you really feel like doing right now, something you've been longing for?"
> She stares into his eyes. He can't believe what he's hearing. "You mean.
> he swallows excitedly and tears start to form in his eyes." . . . . .
> "Don't tell me you've built a Golf Course !"ETMIDZT DOH! BeWare That's just wrong. pumpkin good one. Tennessee Cat You forgot to mention he was a eunuch!!!!!!! Dale Beaman Before or after that comment?
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