Stranded

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 or even a raft.

Suddenly there emerged from the surf a wet-suited
black clad figure. Putting aside the scuba gear,
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 cigarette?"

"Ten years," replied the amazed Irishman. With that,
she reached over and unzipped a waterproofed pocket
on the left sleeve of her wet suit, and pulled out
a fresh pack of cigarettes. He takes one, lights it,
and takes a long drag. "Faith and begorra,"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 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; "Sweet Jesus! Don't tell me you've
got golf clubs in there too!