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 wetsuit 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?!"
