An Irish Joke (Tyronerose)

Subject: Fw: AN IRISH JOKE 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.’ And, as the speck got closer and closer, he began to rule out the possibilities of a small boat, or 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 blond! The glamorous blond strode up to the stunned Irishman and asked 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 of her wet suit, and pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes. He takes one, lights it, and takes a long drag. ‘Faith and begora,’ 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 blond. Trembling, the castaway replied, ‘Ten years.’ Hearing that, the blond reaches over to her right sleeve, unzips a pocket there, 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 blond 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; ‘Sweet Jesus! Don’t tell me you’ve got golf clubs in there, too!’