An Irishman, who had been stranded on a deserted island for over 10 years, finally 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.
Shaking her tresses, she walked up to the stunned Irishman and said, "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 forgotten how great a smoke can be!"
"And how long has it been since you’ve had a drop of good Bushmills 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 !!"   

I've always used Seagate and never had a problem.  Just make sure 1Tb is enough. 

 

Santa is a Scouser
Of this I'm fairly sure.
I heard him tiptoe in my room
At roughly Ten to four.
"I hope yer fast asleep" he said
"Or you'll get nowt my lad".
Santa smelled of Hi Karate
He pinched it from me dad.
Just down stairs I'd left a treat
Santa loves a beer.
He loves pork pies and single malt
That was Dad's idea.
When I woke next morning
I ran down stairs to see
If Santa had been kind enough
To leave gifts by the tree.
He got our mam a Nightie
And a pair of china pigs.
Our dad got socks and undies
And 200 park Drive cigs.
My sister got a Barbie
Sat on a plastic horse.
And a K-Tel top hits album
Which she played and played of course.
When I unwrapped my parcels
My little heart did sing.
Each gift that Santa gave me
Was a truly wondrous thing.
A catapult and some ollies
And a vest of finest string.
An album from The Beatles
Each gift fit for a king.
So thank you Santa, thank you
You surely are a tyke.
But can you please remember
Next year...  I'd like a bike!