The Dirty Leprochaun Joke.

My father told me this on the weekend.

Once, there was an Irish truck driver, who was travelling through the Canadian Rockies. Of course, the weather went from beautiful starry night to complete blizzard. So the Irish truck driver pulls over, and decides to wait out the storm. It's one of those huge trucks, with a little bedroom and a kitchen and everything, warm and cozy, and there is plenty of gas. So the Irishman makes some tea and sandwiches. As he is watching the storm and eating his sandwich, he hears a knocking.
Knock knock.
The driver thinks nothing of it, but he hears it again.
Knock knock.
The driver looks about, and sees nothing. Again, the sounds comes.
Knock knock.
The driver peers out into the bleak weather, and just at the bottom of the passenger side window, he sees the top of a green hat. He rolls down the window, and sees a little man all dressed in green.
"I be beggin' your pardon sir," says the little man, also Irish, "but t'is freezin' out here, and I was wondrin' would you be so kind as to let me sit in your lovely warm truck?"
"O' course!" says the driver. "Come in, and get yeself warmed up. Here, have some tea and a sandwich."
"Thankin' you kindly," says the little man. A short while passes, and the little man turns to the driver.
"Sir," he says, "sir, you done a very good deed, and to repay ye, I'll grant ye three wishes, for I be a leprochaun."
"B'jesus and begorna!" exclaims the driver. "Blarney, a leprochaun you say? Well, for my first wish, I want a huge mansion!"
"T'is done sir," says the leprochaun.
"Secondly, I would like 15 000 000 pounds o' gold in me bank account every year," says the driver.
"Very well," the leprochaun says.
"And thirdly, I want a beautiful woman as me wife," the driver says.
"Good, sir," says the tiny leprochaun. "Now, sir, to make all those wishes come true, ya hafta fuck me in the ass."
The driver is a little taken back. "Don't you think that's a bit of an odd request, wee man?"
"You have to do it to make the wishes come true," says the leprochaun.
So they uh...yes. And when they are done, the leprochaun is pulling up his green trousers, and turns to the driver and smiles.
"Tell me, sir, how old are ye?"
"Why, me?" says the driver, "I'm thirty-seven."
"And don't you think that be a little old to be believin' in leprochauns?"

Hahaha, I love that. Damn, I lost my earring.