An Irishman, who had been stranded on a deserted island for over 10 years, saw a speck on the horizon. He thought, "It's certainly not a ship"
As the speck got closer and closer, 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 gorgeous blonde!
To the stunned Irishman and said, "How long has is it since you had a good cigar?" "Ten years," replied the amazed Irishman.
With that, she unzipped a waterproof pocket in her wet suit and pulled out a fresh package of cigars and a lighter. He took it and slowly lit up, and took a long drag. "Faith and begorrah," he said , "I'd almost forgotten how great a smoke can be!"
"An how long has it been since you've had a drop of good Bushmill's Irish Whiskey ?" asked the blonde. Trembling, the castaway replied, "Ten years." She then reached to her right sleeve, unzipped another pocket and pulled out flask. He opened the flask and took a long drink. " 'Tis nectar of the gods!" shouted 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, "It's been so long ... don't tell me you've got golf clubs in there , too!"