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.'
> 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.'