>THE GOLFER & THE LEPRECHAUN
>
> An American 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 wa nt....a great
>golf game, all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex life."
>
> A year goes by (as it does in stories like this) and the American
>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, thankye. 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 $100.00 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."