A Golfer in Ireland...

A golfer in Ireland hit a bad slice into the woods. Looking for His ball, he discovered a leprachaun 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 bag and helped the little fellow to drink, eventually reviving him.

"Arrgh! Wha Happen?" the leprachaun asked.

After the golfer's explanation, the little fellow continued, "Oh, I see. Waal, ye got me fair and square so ye gets three wishes. Whaddya want?"

"Thank God you're all right!" the golfer answers in relief. I don't want anything, I'm just glad you're okay and I apologise. I didn't mean to hit you." And the golfer walks off.

"What a nice man," the leprachaun 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 suspect he would most likely covert, a great golf game, all the money he needs and a great sex life."

A year goes by and the golfer is back, hits another hideous slice into the same woods and finds the leprachaun waiting for him.

"Twas me that made ye slice in here. 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 replies. "By the way, it's good to see you're alright"

"Oh I"m fine, thankee. I did that fer yer golf game. Now tell me, how's yer money?"

"Why I win huge amounts playing golf but if I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100 notes all day long."

I did that fer ye too. Now, how's yer sex life.?

The golfer blushes, turns his head away in embarrassment and says shyly,"Err, alright, I suppose."

"C'mon, c'mon now. I'm wanting to know if I did a good job with the third wish. How many times a day.?"

Blushing even more, the golfer whispers, "Once, sometimes twice a week."

"What!" exclaims the leprachaun, obviously shocked, "Is that all? Once or twice a week?"

"Well," says the golfer, " I thought that wasn't too bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish."