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 stunned
Irishman and said to him, "Tell me, how long has it
been since you've had a good cigar" "Ten years,"
replied the amazed Irishman. With that, she reached
over and unzipped a waterproof pocket on the left
sleeve of her wet suit and pulled out a fresh
package of cigars.
He takes one, lights it, and takes 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 Powers Irish Whiskey?" asked the blonde.
Trembling, the castaway replied, "Ten years."
Hearing that, the blonde reaches over to her right
sleeve, unzips a pocket and removes a flask and
hands 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, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Don't
tell me that you've got golf clubs in there, too!"