[Mishmash] FW: golf in ireland

[David Brown]

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From: Arlene Carol [mailto:arlene.carol at gmail.com] 
Sent: Monday, 20 November 2006 10:29 AM
To: David Brown
Subject: golf in ireland


david, are you still on mishmash? is gale around? he'd love this one!
enjoy...




Golf in Ireland

An American 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 (as it does in stories like this) and the American 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 $100.00 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."

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