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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 > even the > possibilities of a small boat or a raft. > > 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! > > She walked up to the stunned Irishman and said to him, > "Tell me, how long > has it been since you've 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 wet suit and pulled out a fresh package of > cigars and a > lighter. > > He took a cigar, slowly lit it, and took a long drag. > "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 good Bushmill's Irish > Whiskey?" asked the blonde. > > Trembling, the castaway replied, "Ten years." > > Hearing that, the blonde reached over to her right sleeve, > unzipped a pocket > there and 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 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 that you've got golf > clubs in there too!"
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