>Looking
>for his ball, he found a little Leprechaun flat on his back, a big bump on
>his head & the golfer's ball beside him. Horrified, the golfer got his
>water
>bottle from the cart & 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 & 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 & 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 & a fantastic sex life."
>
>A year goes by & the American golfer is back. On the same hole, he again
>hits a bad drive into the woods & 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 & 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 & 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."











