While the golfer was looking for his ball, he found a small Leprechaun on its back, with a large bump on its head, and the golfer’s ball was next to it.
The terrified golfer grabbed a water bottle from the car and poured it over the little boy, resuscitating him. ‘Ahhh! What happened?’ asked the Leprechaun.
The golfer says, ‘I’m afraid I hit you with my golf ball.’ ‘Oh I understand. You caught me fair and square. You have three wishes, so what do you want?’
The golfer said with relief, “Thank God, you’re okay!” he replies. ‘I don’t want anything, I’m just glad you’re okay and I’m sorry’.
And the golfer walks away.
‘What a good man,’ says the Leprechaun to himself. I must do something for him. I’ll give him the three things I want…
‘A great game of golf, all the money he needs and a great sex life.’
A year passes and the golfer returns.
He enters the forest with another bad drive in the same hole and the Leprechaun is waiting for him there.
“I was the one who made you kick the ball here,” says the little man. “I just wanted to ask you, how is your golf game?”
Golfer: ‘My game is great!’ he replies. ‘I am now an internationally renowned golfer.’ And he adds: ‘By the way, it’s good to see you’re doing well.’
‘Oh, I’m fine now, thank you. I made this for your golf match, you know. So tell me, how’s your money situation?’ The golfer said, ‘Why, that’s really cool!’ says.
‘When I need cash, I reach into my pocket and pull out a $100 bill that I didn’t even know was there!’ “So I did this for you.
So tell me, how’s your sex life?’ The golfer blushes, turns his head in embarrassment and says shyly: ‘No problem.’
‘Come on, come on now,’ insisted the Leprechaun, ‘I want to know if I’m doing a good job. How many times a week?’
The golfer blushes even more, looks around and whispers, “Once a week, sometimes twice.”
‘What??’ The leprechaun responds with shock. ‘This much? Only once or twice a week?’
‘Well,’ says the golfer, ‘I suppose that’s not bad for a priest in a small town’!
