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.
He takes one, lights it, and takes a long drag. "Faith and 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!" this truley 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 around?"
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 there,too!