LEPRECHAUN GOLFING!
A golfer in Ireland hit a bad hook into the woods.
Looking for the ball, he discovered a leprechaun
flat on his back, a big bump on his head, and the golfer’s ball beside
him. Horrified, the golfer took his water bottle from his belt and poured
it over the little guy, reviving him. “Arrgh! Wha happen?” the
leprechaun says. “Oh, I see. Waal, ye got me fair and square.
Ye get three wishes. Whaddya want?”
“Thank God, you’re all right!” the golfer answers in relief. “I don’t want
anything. I’m glad you’re okay, and I apologize. I didn’t mean to hit
you.”  And the golfer walks off. “What a nice guy,” the leprechaun
says to himself. “But it was fair and square that he got me, and I have to
do something for him. I’ll give him three things I would want. a great
golf game, all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex life. A
year goes by (as it does, in jokes like this) and the golfer is back,
hits another bad ball into the woods and finds the leprechaun waiting
for him. ‘T’was me that made ye hit the ball here,” the little guy
says. “I wanted to ask ye, how’s yer golf game?” “That’s the first bad
ball I’ve hit in a year! I’m a famous international golfer now,” the
golfer answers. “By the way, it\rquote s good to see you’re all right.”
“Oh, I’m fine now, thankee. I did that fer yer golf game. And tell me,
how’s yer money?” “Why, I win fortunes in golf. But, if I need cash,
I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100 bills all day long.”  “I
did that fer ye. And how’s yer sex life?” The golfer blushes, turns
his head away in embarrassment and says shyly, “Errr, all right, I
suppose.” “C’mon, c’mon now. I’m wanting to know if I did a good job.
How many times a day?” Blushing even more, the golfer whispers,
“Once… sometimes twice a week.” “What!” says the leprechaun in
shock. “That’s all? Once or twice a week?” “Well,” says the golfer,
“I figure that’s not too bad for a Catholic priest in a small
parish!