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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 ye 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 there 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!"
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