Stranded Paddy

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One day an Irishman, who had been stranded on a desert island for
over 10 years, saw a speck on the horizon. "It's certainly not a
ship," he thought. 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 mask, there stood a
drop-dead gorgeous blonde woman. 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 waterproof pocket
on the left sleeve of 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 Irishman, "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."

At this, the gorgeous blonde reaches over to her right sleeve,
unzips the pocket, removes a flask and hands it to him.

The Irishman opens the flask and takes a long drink. "Tis
nectar of the gods! he exclaimed. "Tis truly fantastic!"

At this point, the beautiful blonde starts to slowly unzip the
long front of her wetsuit, 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,
"Sweet Jesus! Don't tell me you've got golf clubs in there,
too!"