A man, who was an average golfer, was on the 11th tee at Augusta. He promptly shanks a shot into the trees. Upon discovering his ball, he found it to be next to a witch.



The witch was stirring a pot of golfers brew. The gentleman asked the witch what the brew was for. The witch responded that the brew would do two things; first he would become the best golfer in the world and secondly his sex life would go to hell. And like most golfers I know, he choose the brew and better golf.



A year goes by and the man has won every major championship and is world renowned for his golf game. But, upon arriving at the 11th tee at Augusta, he hits a shot in the same woods where he reunits with the witch.



The witch remembers him and asks, Hows your golf game? He responds, Fantastic! Then she says, Hows your sex life? He responds, Not bad…



The witch says Not Bad? What do you mean not bad?? The man says Twice last year. The witch says Most people think twice in a year is terrible.



The man answers Well its not bad for a priest in a small parrish.