Thursday #203 - St. Patrick's Day Celebration!

[cyber-sibes]

Top o' the morning to you too! And a Happy St. Patty's Day. Ah, he's me patron saint! God Bless the Irish & us Irish wanna-be's!
I'll pass on the green beer (gag), but the corned beef & potatoes sound good!
I brought a whole stack of CD's of Irish & Celtic bands...
Who's the green leprechaun in the corner? Is that Mario?

[wombat2u2004]

The Golfer
An American golfer playing in Ireland hooked his drive into the woods.
Looking for his ball, he found a 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 he 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, thankye. 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."