A golfer in Ireland hooks his drive into the woods.. Searching for his
ball, he finds a little Leprechaun lying flat on his back, a bump on
his head and golf ball beside him.

Horrified, the golfer gets his water bottle from the cart and pours 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
whaddy e  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.'
And 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 would want...

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 again
hits a bad drive into the wood and the Leprechaun is there 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.'

He 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, ye know.

And tell me, how's yer money situation?'

'Why, it's just wonderful!' the golfer states. 'When I need cash, 
I just reach in my pocketand pull out 100 Dollar bills   I didn't 
even know 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 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, '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.'