A golfer in Ireland hooks 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.
"I'm afraid I hit you with my golf ball," the golfer says.
"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 just want to say I'm just glad you're OK, and apologize." Then 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'd want myself... a great golf game, all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex life."
A year goes by and the golfer is back. On the same hole, he hooks the ball into the woods again where the Leprechaun is 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." and adds, "By the way, it's good to see you're all right."
"Oh, I'm fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know. And tell me, how's yer money situation?"
"Why, it's absolutely wonderful!" the golfer states. "Whenever I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out handfulls of £10 notes I didn't even know were there."
"I did that fer ye as well. And tell me, how's yer sex life?"
The golfer blushes, turns his head away in embarrassment and says shyly, "Ermm... it's OK."
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, "Oh, 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'd say that's not bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish."