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 grear 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 westsuit, 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!"
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