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, he ruled out the possibility of a small boat or even a raft.
Suddenly there strode from the surf a figure clad in a black wetsuit. Putting aside the scuba tank, mask and flippers, there stood a young woman -- stunningly gorgeous!
She walked up to the stunned Irishman and said, "Tell me, sir, how long has it been since you had a good cigar?" "Ten years," the Irishman replied.
With that, she unzipped a waterproof pocket on the left sleeve of her wetsuit, pulled out a fresh package of cigars and a lighter, and handed them to him. He ran a cigar under his nose and inhaled the rich aroma, then carefully lit it and savored the moment. "Faith and begorrah," said the castaway, "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 Bushmill's Irish Whiskey?" asked the woman. With trembling anticipation the castaway replied, "Ten years."
Hearing that, the woman reached over to her right sleeve, unzipped a pocket there, removed a flask and handed it to him. 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 woman began to slowly pull down the long zipper on the front of her wetsuit, right down the middle. She looked directly at the man and asked, "And tell me, 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 that you've got golf clubs in there too!"
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