One day an Irishman who has 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 of a small boat or even a raft.
Suddenly there emerges from the surf a wet-suited, black-clad figure.
Putting aside the scuba gear and the top of the wet suit, there stands a
drop-dead gorgeous blonde!
The glamorous blonde strides up to the stunned Irishman and says to
him, "Tell me, how long has it been since you've had a cigarette?"
"Ten years," replies the amazed Irishman.
With that, she reaches over and unzips a waterproof pocket on the left
sleeve of her wetsuit, and pulls out a fresh pack of cigarettes. He
takes one, lights it, and takes a long drag.
"Faith and begorrah," says the man, "that is so good I almost
forgot how great a smoke can be!"
"And how long has it been since you've had a drop of good Irish
whiskey?" asks the blonde.
Trembling, the castaway replies, "Ten years."
Hearing that, the blonde reaches over to her right sleeve, unzips a
pocket there, removes a flask and hands it to him. He opens the flask and
takes a long drink.
"'Tis nectar of the gods!" exclaims the Irishman. "'Tis truly
fantastic!!!"
At this point the gorgeous blonde starts to slowly unzip the long front
of her wet suit, right down the middle. She looks at the trembling man
and asks, "And how long has it been since you played around?"
With tears in his eyes, the Irishman falls to his knees and sobs, "Sweet
Jesus! Don't tell me that you've got golf clubs in there too!"
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