"Arrgh! What happened?" the Leprechaun asked. "I'm afraid I hit you with my golf ball," the golfer replied. "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 answered in relief. "I don't want anything. I'm just glad you're OK, and I apologize." And the golfer walked off.
"What a nice guy," the Leprechaun said 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 said. "I just want to ask ye how's yer golf game?" "My game is fantastic!" the golfer answered. "I'm an internationally famous golfer now." He added, "By the way, it's good to see you're all right."
"I did that fer ye also. And tell me, how's yer sex life?" The golfer blushed, turned his head away in embarrassment, and said shyly, "It's Okay." "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 looked around then whispered, "Once, sometimes twice a week." "What?!" responded the Leprechaun in shock. "That's all? Only once or twice a week?" "Well," said the golfer, "I figure that's not bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish."