One day, an Irishman, who had been stranded on a deserted island for over ten years, saw a speck on the horizon. He thought to himself, "It's certainly not a ship".
As the speck got closer and closer, he began to rule out the possibility of it being a small boat or a raft.. Suddenly, there strode from the surf a figure clad in a black wetsuit.
After putting aside the scuba tank and mask, and unzipping the top of the wetsuit, the Irishman could see that the figure was a drop-dead gorgeous blonde!
She walked up to the stunned Irishman and said, "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 pack of cigars and a lighter. The Irishman took a cigar, lit it, and took a long, deep drag.
"Faith and begorrah," said the castaway, "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 Irish whiskey?" asked the blonde.
Trembling, the castaway replied, "Ten years."
Hearing that, the blonde reached over to her right sleeve, unzipped a pocket, removed a flask, and handed it to him. He opened the flask and took a long drink.
"Tis nectar of the gods!" shouted 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 you've got golf clubs in there too!"
Roland
