One
fine day in Ireland, a guy is out golfing and gets up to the 16th hole. He tees
up and cranks one. Unfortunately, it goes into the woods on the side of the
fairway.
He goes looking for his ball and comes across this little guy with this huge
knot on his head, and the golf ball lying right beside him. 'Goodness,' says
the golfer, and proceeds to revive the poor little guy.
Upon
awaking, the little guy says, 'Well, you caught me fair and square. I am a leprechaun.
I will grant you three wishes.'
The
man says, 'I can't take anything from you, I'm just glad I didn't hurt you too
badly,' and walks away.
Watching
the golfer depart, the leprechaun thinks, 'Well, he was a nice enough guy, and
he did catch me, so I have to do something for him. I'll give him the three
things that I would want. I'll give him unlimited money, a great golf game,
and a great sex life.'
Well,
a year goes past (as they often do in jokes like this) and the same golfer is
out golfing on the same course at the 16th hole. He gets up and hits one into
the same woods and goes off looking for his ball. When he finds the ball he
sees the same little guy and asks how he is doing.
The
leprechaun says, 'I'm fine, and might I ask how your golf game is?'
The
golfer says, 'It's great! I hit under par every time.'
The
leprechaun says, 'I did that for you. And might I ask how your money is holding
out?'
The
golfer says, 'Well, now that you mention it, every time I put my hand in my
pocket, I pull out a ten pound note.'
The
leprechaun smiles and says, 'I did that for you. And might I ask how your sex
life is?'
The
golfer looks at him a little shyly and says, 'Well, maybe once or twice a week.'
The
leprechaun is floored and stammers, 'Once or twice a week?!'
The
golfer, a little embarrassed, looks at him and says, 'Well, that's not too bad
for a Catholic priest in a small parish.'
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