IRISH GOLF

Irish golf...
One fine day in Ireland, a guy dressed in a neatly pressed black and
white
outfit is golfing out on the Killarny Links. At the 16th tee he
strikes
a wicked slice far off the fairway and into the woods. He goes looking
for his ball and comes across a little guy with a huge knot on his head.
The golf ball is lying right beside him.
"Goodness," says the golfer, then proceeds to revive the poor little
fellow.
Upon awakening, the little guy says, "I'm a leprechaun and, well, you
caught me fair and square. So I'm obliged by the laws of lore to
grant you three wishes."
The man says, "I can't take anything from you, I'm just glad I didn't hurt
you too badly," and walks away.
Watching the golfer depart, the leprechaun thinks to himself, "Well,
he was
a nice enough guy, and he did catch me quite fair, so I have to do
something for him. I'll give him the three things that I would want if
I were =
a mortal man. I'll give him unlimited money so he'll never have to go
without
a pint of ale, a great golf game and a great sex life."

A few weeks later the Irishman is out golfing again. As he's walking
to the
16th green, he hears a voice calling him from the woods. He walks
over,and
sees the leprechaun again. He asks how his head is feeling.

The leprechaun says, "Oh, I'm fine. And might I ask how your golf game
is?"
The golfer says, "It's funny you should ask, but it's been amazing. I
hit
every shot straight and true. It seems I can't miss anymore!"
"I did that for you," responds the leprechaun. "And might I ask how your
money is holding out?"

"Well, now that you mention it, every time I put my hand in my pocket,
I
pull out a crisp new five pound note," he replies.

The leprechaun smiles and says, "I did that for you, too. And might I
ask
how your love life is?"

Now the golfer looks around, as if to be sure that no one else can
hear,and
says in a low voice, "Well, I suppose it's been okay.

"Just okay?" the leprechaun asks. "How often do you have sex?"

"Oh, maybe once... maybe twice a week on occasion."

Surprised, the leprechaun stammers, "Only once or twice a week?"

The golfer replies, "Well, that's really quite a lot, you know, for a
Catholic priest in a small parish."