My mate Paddy won the lottery the jammy git. A million quid! Did he spend it wisely or invest it, did he fook, he flew straight off to Las Vegas on a massive bender then hit the casinos.
A week later he's at the Blackjack table with just three grand left, an eight and a six in his hand and little hope of winning anything back. He's `drowning his sorrows and realising he's blown an absolute fortune. Needing funds to get home he's about to leave the table and book a flight back to Dublin when a lucky leprechaun appears on his shoulder.
"Where are yous going?" asks the leprechaun. "Don't be worrying yerself, no one else can see or hear me"
"Home, back to moy life of drudgery" says Paddy
"No you don't" says the leprechaun, "I want yous to boy fer a tousand".
"What when oim holding forteen? Yers must be joking" says Paddy.
"No, boy fer a tousand" insists the leprechaun. "Go on, it be aarite"
"You sure?"
"Yes yes yes do it now"
So paddy buys for a thousand, and turns over a four.
He's feeling a little better and is about to stick when the leprechaun pipes up again.
"Boy fer anudder tousand"
"Nah" says Paddy, "Its slim but oim in wid a chance now"
"No no boy fer anudder tousand" shouts the leprechaun.
"Well if yous are sure" says Paddy.
"Yes do it do it" insists the leprechaun.
"Oil boy fer a tousand" says Paddy. He turns over a two.
Smiling now, Paddy feels at least he'll get a bit back, but the leprechaun is having none of it.
"Boy for a tousand, boy fer yer last tousand go on, do it" screams the leprechaun.
"No, no chance, I'm in der munney now" says Paddy.
"Boy fer yer last tousand, go on, do it, I not bin wrang yet to be sure have I now?"
"Well no yous haven but......."
"Boy, boy for a tousand" insists the leprechaun getting more and more frantic.
"Ok" says Paddy, "Oil do it, oil boy for a tousand". He turns over an ace.
"Oh you lucky bastard" says the leprechaun.........
