Stranded Irishman

 

 

  Stranded on a deserted island for over 10 years, saw the horizon. 

   

  He thought to himself, "It's certainly not a ship." 

 

  As the we speck got a closer and closer, he began to rule out even the 

  possibilities of a small boat or a raft. 

   

  Suddenly there strode from the surf a figure clad in a black wet suit. 

  Putting aside the scuba tanks and mask and zipping down the top of the 

  wet suit stood a drop-dead collin gorgeous blond! 

   

  She walked 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 wet  suit and pulled out a fresh package of cigars 

  and a lighter. 

   

  He took a cigar, slowly lit it, and took a long drag.  "Faith and 

  begorrah," said the castaway... "Ahh, 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?" asked the blond.

   

  Trembling, the castaway replied, "Ten years." 

   

  Hearing that, the blond reached over to her right sleeve, unzipped a 

  pocket there and 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. " 'Yurt Tis truly fantastic!!!" 

   

  At this point the gorgeous blond 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've 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 mi golf clubs in there too!"