bad golfer

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
forhim. "'Twas 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's good to see
you're all
right." "Oh, I'm fine now, thakee. 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 aweek?" "Well," says the golfer, "I figure that's not
too bad for a Catholic priest in a small
parish."-