- Hope this is not too offensive to anyone, and I am sure it has been read by all of you...but it is the only joke I know. Liz 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 replied. "Oh, I see. Well, ye got me fair and square. Ye get three wishes, so whaddya want?" asked the leprechaun. "Thank God, you're all right!" the golfer answered in relief. "I don't want anything. I'm just glad you're okay, and I apologize." And with that, the golfer walks 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." "Oh, I'm fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know. And tell me, how's yer money situation?" the little guy asked. "Why, it's just wonderful!" the golfer stated. "When I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100 notes I didn't even know were there!" "I did that fer ye also. And tell me, how's yer sex life?" asked the leprechaun. 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?!" exclaimed the Leprechaun in shock and disbelief. "That's all?! Only once or twice a week?!" "Well," replied the golfer, "I believe that's not too bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish." -- ~I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.~ John Burroughs

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!  That was great. --- On Mon, 1/24/11, Elizabeth Dow <[email protected]> wrote: From: Elizabeth Dow <[email protected]> Subject: [IRL-LIMERICK] Humor Week To: [email protected] Date: Monday, January 24, 2011, 2:53 PM - Hope this is not too offensive to anyone, and I am sure it has been read by all of you...but it is the only joke I know. Liz 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 replied. "Oh, I see. Well, ye got me fair and square. Ye get three wishes, so whaddya want?" asked the leprechaun. "Thank God, you're all right!" the golfer answered in relief. "I don't want anything. I'm just glad you're okay, and I apologize." And with that, the golfer walks 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." "Oh, I'm fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know. And tell me, how's yer money situation?" the little guy asked. "Why, it's just wonderful!" the golfer stated. "When I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100 notes I didn't even know were there!" "I did that fer ye also. And tell me, how's yer sex life?" asked the leprechaun. 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?!" exclaimed the Leprechaun in shock and disbelief. "That's all?! Only once or twice a week?!" "Well," replied the golfer, "I believe that's not too bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish." -- ~I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.~ John Burroughs ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Thanks Guys! I really appreciate your responses. I was not sure that anyone would like it...and I was even more sure that you all had read it before. I posted it to my Facebook page too. On Mon, Jan 24, 2011 at 5:46 PM, diane lavazza <[email protected]>wrote: > HAHAHAHAHAHA!! That was great. > >

Loved it....and the quote at the bottom as well. Thanks for sharing. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry -----Original Message----- From: Elizabeth Dow <[email protected]> Sender: [email protected] Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2011 14:53:48 To: <[email protected]> Reply-To: [email protected] Subject: [IRL-LIMERICK] Humor Week - Hope this is not too offensive to anyone, and I am sure it has been read by all of you...but it is the only joke I know. Liz 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 replied. "Oh, I see. Well, ye got me fair and square. Ye get three wishes, so whaddya want?" asked the leprechaun. "Thank God, you're all right!" the golfer answered in relief. "I don't want anything. I'm just glad you're okay, and I apologize." And with that, the golfer walks 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." "Oh, I'm fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know. And tell me, how's yer money situation?" the little guy asked. "Why, it's just wonderful!" the golfer stated. "When I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100 notes I didn't even know were there!" "I did that fer ye also. And tell me, how's yer sex life?" asked the leprechaun. 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?!" exclaimed the Leprechaun in shock and disbelief. "That's all?! Only once or twice a week?!" "Well," replied the golfer, "I believe that's not too bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish." -- ~I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.~ John Burroughs ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message