Stop me if you've heard this:
A business executive’s Learjet crashes just off of a small, uninhabited island. The executive (only survivor) finds a little freshwater spring, and manages to supplement his fruit & coconut diet with the occasional speared fish. After a year or so, one day as he’s standing in the surf with his spear, a beautiful young lady in scuba gear emerges from the waves. Without saying a word, she starts to unzip her wetsuit, reaches in and pulls out a flask of XO cognac and hands it to him. Tugging the zipper down a bit more, she extracts a waterproof case with a Cuban cigar and kitchen matches and gives him that as well. After he has drunk about 1/2 the flask, and has the cigar going nicely, she reaches for the zipper again, and in a husky voice asks “Wanna play around?” Dumbfounded, he stammers out “Holy shit!! Don’t tell me you’ve got a set of golf clubs in there too?!!”