An Irish
Golfer A golfer playing in Ireland hooked his
drive into the woods.
Looking for his ball, he found alittle 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.'