"It is," enthused the golfer.  "I have no complaints."

"But only two new girls a month..." says the leprechaun.

"Believe me, I'm thrilled," says the golfer.

"But I promised you a fabulous sex life!" protests the leprechaun.

"Listen," says the golfer.  "For a priest in a small parish..."

I hope Bob's laughing at it again somewhere.

- Mike Resnick