Two leprechauns win the lottery.

Two leprechauns win the lottery and decide to go on holiday to London and party their winnings away. They check in to the most expensive suite in the most expensive hotel in town. This suite is that posh that it has 2 double bedrooms joined by a connecting door. After relaxing a while they head down to the bar where Paddy orders the most expensive bottle of finest Scots Whisky, Mick goes for the a vintage bottle of Champagne which they polish off before dinner. In the dinning room Mick orders whatever is most expensive on the menu, Paddy orders everything on the menu. 2 hours later they are drunk, stuffed and well satisfied.

"Ay, Paddy this is life. I can't remember a day so good in all my 340 years", said Mick.
"True enough Mick. It's been a fair day, so it has. What'll we do now....hit a club or the West end?"
"Well, Flower, I'm feeling a bit randy so I am, and with all this money we could hire the best lookin' girls in London town for a night of pleasure we'll remember til we die".

Within an hour 2 of the most expensive high class and expertly trained hookers in London arrive at the reception desk, and are quickly led up to Paddy and Mick's Suit. The Lad's are stunned as the girls are more beautiful than they could have ever imagined. Taking the Russian blonde Paddy casts a wink to his mate Mick, knocks back the last of his 3rd bottle of Whisky and heads for the bed room. The dark eyed Spanish beauty stands up and leads Mick over to the bed and begins to undress...Mick just can't believe his luck.
Half an hour later, despite the best efforts of Isabella, poor Mick has to throw in the towel. "Too much drink love", he says sadly, and rolls over to go to sleep. As he drifts off the last thing he hears is Paddy in the next room shouting: "One, two, three HUUGGHHH; one, two, three HUUGHHH; one, two, three HUUGGHHHH!!!!" Blooody hell, thinks Mick....Paddy having a wild time in there!.

The next morning the girls are gone and Paddy and Mick are sitting over a sumptuous breakfast:
"How'd you get on Mick...was that Isabella up to much. Did she earn her money?", Paddy Laughs. Mick thought about lying, but what'd be the point? After all Paddy was his best mate.
"Bit of a disaster, so it was, Paddy. The drink got to me and the wee man couldn't get up. She did everything but I just couldn't manage to get him working. It's a shame is what it is."....
At this Paddy bust out laughing: "Couldn't get it up, you say, hey Mick? I couldn't even get on the fucking bed!!"