A man is golfing when he hits a wicked slice into the woods. He goes looking for his golf ball and finds that it has struck a leprechaun in the head and knocked him clean out. The man splashes a little water on the poor little fellow in an attempt to revive him and is successful.
“Well, looks like ye caught me fair ‘n square” says the leprechaun.
The man says, “Are you all right?”.
The leprechaun replies, “Yes, yes, now what be your three wishes?”.
The man replies, “ It wouldn’t be right to ask anything of you after knocking you on the head like that, I’m just glad you are all right”.
The leprechaun says “Well, if that’s the way you want it”.
The man leaves and continues on with his game of golf. The leprechaun, thinking to himself that the man being so unselfish is quite admirable, decides to give him three wishes anyway. “So now, what would I want if I were a man?” Well the man is obviously a golfer and them golfers are pretty serious about their sport so **poof** he will always have a great golf game. Well, most men don’t like being poor, them always being after my gold and such, so **poof** he’ll always have money in his pocket. And lastly, well, he is a man **poof** he’ll always have a great love life. The leprechaun, quite pleased with himself, goes out for a pint and a large bottle of aspirin.
A year later the leprechaun is near the golf course when he sees the same man playing a round of golf. Curious as to how he is doing he jinxes the ball into doing a slice and landing near him. When the man approaches to retrieve his ball the leprechaun hops out and greets the man.
“How ye doing laddie?”
“Very well, thank you.,” replies the man.
“How’s yer golf game been?” asked the leprechaun.
“Incredible! I’m a scratch golfer now, and I believe that’s the first slice I’ve hit all year” he replies.
“Aye, that was me that did that, how about yer finances?” inquires the leprechaun.
“It’s amazing, every time I reach into my pocket I find a $100 bill!” answers the man.
“Me again’” replies the smug leprechaun.
“And yer love life?” again inquires the leprechaun.
“Pretty good replies the man, I’m getting it once or twice a week.” says the man.
“That’s all?!?” replies the leprechaun.
“Me magic’s got to be much stronger than that!” replies the upset leprechaun.
“Well it’s not bad at all for the priest of a small parish” replies the man.