One day an Irishman, who had 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 and 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 good cigar?”
“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 package of hand-rolled Cuban cigars.
“Begorrah,” says 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 Bushmill’s
Irish Whiskey?” asks the blonde.
Trembling, the castaway replies, “Ten years.”
Hearing that, the blonde reaches over to her right sleeve, unzips a
pocket, removes a flask and hands it to him.
He opens the flask and takes a long drink. “‘Tis nectar of the gods!” says 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
With tears in his eyes, the Irishman falls to his knees and sobs,
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Don’t tell me that you’ve got golf clubs in