This is the best joke that's been sent in for yonks.
(Well, in my opinion, it is)

A golfer playing in Ireland hooked 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'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 woods 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, you 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 pocket and pull out $100 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, 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...'



  1. heh, heh, heh…I love it. I shall forward this to my church secretary friend who has a major crush on a Catholic priest. Perhaps she can round up a leprechaun on St. Paddy’s Day. 😉

  2. Just finished telling it to an Irish golf-mad relative in Christchurch, who says thank you for giving him a much needed laugh after a day spent digging sewerage-filled liquefaction out of his back yard.

    Well done & thank you!!

  3. Excellent, Alcibiades. Every day I wake up hoping that it is the day I shall bring comfort to a man digging sewerage-filled liquefaction out of his back yard. My life is now complete.

  4. And he then told it to his neighbour, who also laughed, so you have officially begun the day with an act of supererogation. I’d go back to bed now while you’re ahead if I were you,