Paddy was playing golf at a very exclusive club in County Kerry for the first time, and on the sixth hole he hit a hole in one. Jubilant, he walked down to the green and, just as he was taking his ball from the cup, up popped a leprechaun.
“Sor,” the leprechaun bowed politely and continued. “This is a very exclusive course which has everything, including the services of a leprechaun if you make a hole in one in the sixth hole. I will be delighted to grant you any wish your heart desires.”
“Saints preserve us,” said Paddy in shock. But seeing the leprechaun waiting so patiently he thought for a minute then admitted shyly that he did have a wish.
“I want to have a longer penis,” he confided. “Your wish is granted, Sor,” the leprechaun said and disappeared in a puff of green smoke down the hole.
So Paddy headed back to join up with his friends and as he walked he could feel his penis slowly growing. The golf game progressed and Paddy’s penis kept getting longer and longer until it came out beneath his shorts and reached down below his knees.
“Hmmmm,” Paddy thought, “maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all.” So he left his friends and went back to the sixth hole with a bucket of balls and began to shoot. Finally he hit a hole in one, and by the time he got down to the green, he had to hold his penis to keep it from dragging on the ground. But he managed to take the ball from the cup and sure enough, out popped the leprechaun.
“Sor, this is a very exclusive course,” said the leprechaun bowing once again, “and it has everything including the services of a leprechaun . . . oh it’s you again.
Well what will it be this time?”
“Could you make my legs longer?” pleaded Paddy.