A shipwrecked Scotsman finally washed ashore on a small island wearing nothing but his kilt.

As he regained consciousness on the beach, he noticed a beautiful,
unclad nymphet standing over him.

"Would you like some food?" she asked.

The Scot hoarsely croaks,
"Och, lassie, I havna' ittin a bite in a week noo and I am verra hungry!"

She disappeared into the woods and quickly came back with a heaping helping of haggis. "Och, aye! That haggis has made me verra thirsty and I wad verra much like a drink!"

She disappeared into the woods again and returned sometime later with a bottle of 40-year-old single-malt scotch whisky.

Then, the unclad nymphet leaned towards him and said "Would you like to play around?"

"Och lassie, don't tell me ye've got a golf course here tae!"