"I'm fine, and like it or not, you're going to get a reward. From this day forward, you shall be in perfect health, you shall never want for money, and you shall have a fabulous sex life."
The golfer assures him it's not necessary, but the leprechaun insists, and finally they part company.
A year later the golfer is playing the same hole on the same course, and hits his drive into the same stand of trees -- and sure enough, he runs into the leprechaun.
"Great!" enthuses the golfer. "My lumbago disappeared completely and so did my arthritis. I haven't had a sick day in a year. And every time I put my hand in my pocket there's money! I don't know how it gets there, but whenever I need it I have it."
"Good, good," says the leprechaun. "And how about your sex life?"
"Never better," says the golfer. "I get a new girl every two or three weeks."
The leprechaun frowns. "Every two or three weeks?" he says. "But I promised you a fabulous sex life."
