Stranded on an island.

[472 R/T SE]

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 the possibilities
of a small boat and even a raft or kayak.

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, very large busted blonde!

The glamorous tall blonde Amazon strode up to the stunned Irishman and said
to him, "Tell me, how long it has 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 wetsuit, and pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes.

He takes one, lights it, and takes a long drag. "Faith and begorrah," 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 blonde.

Trembling, the castaway replied, "Ten years."

Hearing that, the blonde reaches over to her right sleeve, unzips a pocket,
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 blonde started to slowly unzip the long front of
her wet suit, right down the middle almost to her cute little belly-button.

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,
"SweetJesus! Don't tell me that you've got golf clubs in there, too!"

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