One day an Irishman who had been stranded on a deserted island for over 10 years,
saw a speck on the horizon. He thought to himself, "It's certainly not a ship." And,
as the speck got closer and closer, he began to rule out the possibilities of a
small boat and even a raft. Suddenly there emerged from the surf a wet-suited black
clad figure. Putting aside the scuba gear and the top of the wet suit, there stood a
drop-dead gorgeous blonde!
The glamorous blonde strode up to the tunned Irishman and said to him "Tell me, how
long has it been since you've had a cigarette?" "Ten years," replied the amazed
Irishman. With that, she reached over and unzipped a waterproofed pocket on the left
sleeve or her wet suit, and pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes.
He took one, lit it, and took a long drag. "Faith and begorrah," said the man,
"that is so good, I'd almost forgotten how great a smoke can be!" "And how long has
it been since you've had a drop of good Irish whiskey?" asked the blonde. Trembling,
the castaway replied, "Ten years." Hearing that, the blonde reached over to her
right sleeve unzipped a pocket there and removed a flask and handed it to him. He
opened the flask and took a long drink. "'Tis nectar of the gods!" stated the
Irishman. "'Tis truly fantastic!!!"
At this point the gorgeous blonde started to slowly unzip the long front of her wet
suit, right down the middle. She looked at the trembling man and asked, "And how
long has it been since you played around?" With tears in his eyes, the Irishman
fell to his knees and sobbed, "Sweet Mother of God! Don't tell me you've got golf
clubs in there too!"