A golfer playing in Ireland
hooked
his drive into the woods. Looking
for his ball, he found a little
Leprechaun flat on his back, a big bump
on his head and the golfer's
ball beside him.
Horrified, the golfer
got his water bottle from
the cart and poured it over the
little guy, reviving him.
'Arrgh! What happened?' the
Leprechaun
asked.
'I'm afraid I hit you with my golf ball,'
the golfer says.
'Oh, I see. Well, ye
got me fair and square. Ye
get three wishes, so whaddya
want?'
'Thank God, you're all right!' the
golfer
answers in relief. 'I don't want
anything, I'm just glad you're OK, and
I apologize.'
And the golfer walks
off.
'What a nice guy,' the Leprechaun says
to
himself.
I have to do something
for him. I'll
give him
the three things I would want... a great golf game, all the
money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex
life.'
A year goes by and the golfer is back. On
the same
hole, he again hits a bad drive into the woods and the
Leprechaun is there waiting for him.
'Twas me that made ye
hit the ball here,' the
little guy says. 'I just want to
ask ye, how's yer golf game?'
'My game is fantastic!' the golfer answers.
I'm an internationally famous golfer
now.' He adds, 'By the way, it's good to see you're all
right.'
'Oh,
I'm fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know.
And tell me, how's yer money
situation?'
'Why, it's just
wonderful!' the golfer states.
'When I need cash, I just reach in
my pocket and pull out $100 bills
I didn't even know were
there!'
'I
did that fer ye also.' And tell me, how's yer sex
life?'
The golfer blushes, turns his head away
in embarrassment, and says shyly, 'It's
OK.'
C'mon,
c'mon now,' urged the Leprechaun, 'I'm wanting to know if I
did a good job. How many times a
week?'
Blushing even more, the
golfer looks around then
whispers, 'Once, sometimes twice a
week.'
'What??' responds the Leprechaun in shock. 'That's all? Only
once or twice a week?'
'Well,' says the
golfer, 'I figure that's not
bad for a Catholic priest in a
small parish.'
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