One day, an Irishman, who had been stranded on a
deserted island for over 10 years, sees a speck on the
horizon. He thinks to himself, "It's certainly not a
ship." And, as the speck gets closer and closer, he
begins to rule out the possibilities, wondering
"is it a small boat, or a raft?"
Suddenly, there emerges from the surf a
wet-suited black clad figure. Putting aside the scuba
gear, there stands a drop dead gorgeous blonde!
The glamorous blonde walks up to the stunned
Irishman and says to him, "Tell me, how long has it
been since you've had a good cigar." "Ten years"
replies the amazed Irishman.
With that, she reaches over and unzips a waterproof
pocket on the left sleeve of her wet suit and pulls
out a fresh package of cigars.
He takes one, lights it, and takes a long
drag..."faith and begora!", he says. "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
Powers Irish whiskey?", asks the blonde. Trembling,
the
castaway replies, "Ten long years".
Hearing that, the blonde reaches over to her right
sleeve and unzips a pocket. She removes a flask and
hands it to him.
He opens the flask and takes a long satisfying drink.
"'Tis the nectar of the gods!" gasps the Irishman,
with eyes glistening, he says, "'tis truly fantastic!"
At this point, the gorgeous blonde starts to slowly
unzip the long zipper of her wet suit, right down the
middle....She looks at the trembling Irishman and asks
softly, "and how long has it been since you played
around?"
Tears flowing from his eyes, the Irishman falls to his
knees and sobs, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Don't tell me
you've got golf clubs in there too!"