Thursday, July 2, 2009

"That's Not Bad...."

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, who doesn't own a car and is in a small parish.'


Posted with fond memories of the good parish priests I have known during my long years in the Roman Catholic Church. A good many of them would share a laugh with me over this one.

Sent by Doug.

8 comments:

  1. That is a delightful joke. Now where can I find this leprechaun?

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  2. I'm used to the leprechaun from the movies, the one who guts you for even thinking about his Pot~O~Gold!!

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  3. Mimi, I love your blog. You seem to hit the nail right on the head every time. I often wonder why people miss the point when it comes to faith. I see the point of being a Christian, Muslim, Jewish or any faith is to love, enjoy, care, and live life to its fullest. Your writing should be required reading for all seminary students. Much Peace to you Dear Lady.

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  4. I'm glad y'all like it.

    Dan, thank you. How kind. I'm blushing.

    Peace to you and everyone.

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  5. This is one of my favorite jokes, Mimi. Thanks.

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  6. First time I've heard this one.

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