Tastless Golf Joke - Enjoy

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An American 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 him.

"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 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 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 American

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 game?"

"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 there!"

"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 Catholic

priest in a small parish."