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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."
>As the speck got closer and closer, he began to rule out the
>possibilities of a small boat and even a raft.
>Suddenly there emerged from the surf a wet-suited black clad figure.
>Putting aside the scuba gear and the top of 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 or her wetsuit, 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, "Ten years."
>Hearing that, the blonde reaches over to her right sleeve, unzips a
>pocket, 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
>With tears in his eyes, the Irishman fell to his knees and sobbed,
>"Sweet Jesus! Don't tell me that you've got golf clubs in there, TOO...