So the Scottish Priest always had to play golf on the crowded Saturday. After many years he called in sick so he could play on Sunday - while everyone else was in church!
So he’s out on the course, all by himself. Feeling a bit guilty at skipping church - but his dream has come true - just him out on the course.
At hole #1 he hits a hole in one!! Unbelievable!!
Of course St. Peter is looking down, and complains to God that this is not right.
At hole #2 the Priest hits ANOTHER hole in one. St. Peter is beside himself and complaining to God.
The hole-in-ones continue. St. Peter ramps up his objections to God. Finally, after the sixth hole in one, and St. Peter objecting, God replies “Yes he’s had six ‘hole in ones’.”
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But who is he going to tell?
Now that is truly a fate worse than death.
Golf and bragging are intertwined at every stage and completely impossible to separate.
Although a priest can always go to “confession” for his sin. His confessor might be calling him a liar though.
As he picks his ball from the cup, a leprechaun pops up and says “For that, I will give you one wish. But I will also need to take something away in return.”
The priest thinks and says “For one year, I'd love to be the world's best golfer”. “DONE!”, says the wee one. “But in exchange, you sex life will suffer”. The priest, who is in golf clothes, chuckles to himself at what he is giving up.
A year later, another hole-in-one. The leprechaun asks him how his how his year has been. “Fabulous!”, says the priest. I won the US Open, the Masters and the British Open. I've never played such golf!!”. The little guy winks, “But your love life? I bet that was not good”.
The priest replies “Well, I had sex with a woman only 2 times”. “SEE!”, says the leprechaun. “I told you it would be bad”
“Bad?”, the priest says. “Two times is pretty good for a small parish priest!”