The Golfing Priest

A gentleman was playing a round at his local course in Scotland, when he 
overshot the green and landed near the course's fence.

As he prepared to hit out of the rough, he smelled something horrible. 
Looking over the fence, he saw a decrepit old woman, stirring a cauldron.

"What are you brewing there?" he asked.

"It's a magic potion."

"What does it do?"

"It'll give you the ability to do one thing of your choice incredibly 
well."

"Can I try some?"

"Sure, but I'm warning you: it has a nasty side effect. The potion could 
drastically reduce your ability to have sex."

"Well, I'll take the chance." Drinking back the ladle of potion she 
proferred, he voiced his wish to be the best golfer in the district.

Over the next several months, his game developed dramatically. He began 
to win tournaments, and even had several people suggest he join the pro 
tour. 

At the beginning of the next season, he once again hit a ball into the 
same area. When he got there, the hag was watching him, and called him 
over.

"So, how's your golf game?"

"It's been great! I didn't even dream of playing this well. Thanks so 
much!"

"Ah, but what about the side effect? Bet you're sorry about that."

"It hasn't been so bad, really."

"Oh really - how many times have you had sex in the last year?"

"About 6 or so."

"Ah! Ah! I told you the potion would reduce your ability to have sex. 
Aren't you sorry you took the potion?"

"I don't know - I thought I was doing fairly well for a new parish 
priest."