I'm reminded of a joke.
A man goes to a bar, seeking female companionship. He's nervous, but after a few rounds he begins to muster up his courage. He starts a conversion with an attractive woman, but she's not buying it: She can tell he lacks confidence. Not to be discouraged he tries an opening with an other woman, but is similarly rebuked.
Well, time to head to the bathroom. Upon entering, the man sees a fellow draped entirely in green, all of three and a half feet in height.
"What the hell are you?" the man asks, slightly sloshed.
"I'm a leprechaun, laddy. I will grant you one wish; any wish. For a wee price."
"Any wish?" the man asks with interest.
"Aye, whatever you desire"
The man reviews his night's failure with the ladies. "Alright. I wish for a foot long penis."
The leprechaun's eyes twinkle: "And so shall it be. All I ask is a ride on yer arse."
"Wh-what??" stammers the man, clearly taken aback.
"Yes, your wish will come true, after my ride is through."
The man ponders this dilemma and his conflicting feelings. But not for long, as his intoxication and desire for womanly companionship countermand his repulsion. "Okay," he begrudges, "let's get this over with."
His Pants down, he is hopped on by the leprechaun, who proceeds to do his deed.
Gripping the wall with anguish, trying to concentrate on happier thoughts, he is interrupted by the small man who asks, between thrusts, "So, how old are you anyway?"
"26," the man grunts back.
"Imagine that," chortles the little man. "26, and still believes in leprechauns." He then begins the deep thrusts.
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