The Stranded Irishman

[Red Logan #12252]

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!"

[Apache Hawk 60642]

Dats a good'ern too !!!