Irish Castaway

An Irishman, who had been stranded on a deserted island for more than ten years, saw a speck on the horizon. He thought to himself, "It's certainly not a ship."

As the speck got closer and closer, he ruled out the possibility of it being a small boat or raft. Suddenly, there emerged from the surf a wetsuit-clad figure. After putting aside her scuba gear, there stood a drop-dead gorgeous blonde!

The glamorous blonde strode up to the stunned Irishman and said to him, "How long has it been since you 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 wetsuit and pulled out a fresh packet of cigars. He takes one, lights it, and takes a long drag.

"Faith and b'gorrah," exclaimed 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 Powers Irish Whiskey?" asked the blonde.

Trembling, the castaway replied, "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 take a long drink.

"'Tis the nectar of the Gods!" stated the Irishman. "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, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Don't tell me you've got golf clubs in there, too!"