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 off the wet suit, 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 begorrah', 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, '10 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 a set of golf clubs in there too!'