A Australian 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
"Arrgh! What happened?" the Leprechaun
asked. "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. I really didn't mean to hit you." And the golfer
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 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 (as it does in stories like
this) and the Australian 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 guys says. "I just want to ask ye, how's yer golf
"My game is fantastic!" the golfer
answers. "In fact, that's the first bad ball I've hit in a year!
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, thankee. 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. "I win fortunes in golf. If I need cash, I just reach in
my pocket and pull out $100.00 bills I didn't even know they were
"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 day?"
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 priest in a small parish."
Submitted by Sr. Wink,