A guy walks into a bar with two lovely blondes
leaning on his
shoulders with dewy looks in their eyes, and a dwarf who's
only two feet
tall. He orders drinks for himself and his companions,
paying from a
fat roll of twenty-dollar bills. The dwarf jumps up on
the bar, and
runs up and down the whole length of the bar kicking over
everybody's
drinks. The bartender and the other patrons are rather
perturbed by
this, but the guy says, "Never mind, I'll buy a fresh
round of drinks
for everybody," pulling out more twenties.
As soon as the bartender has finished setting
everybody up again,
the dwarf jumps back up on the bar and kicks over
everybody's drinks
again. The bartender says, "That's it: you and your
friends, out!"
The guy says, "Never mind, just set everybody up
again, and I'll
control the dwarf this time, and I'll pay for it, and
here's an extra twenty
for your trouble."
The bartender says, "OK, but I don't understand
why you put up
with him."
The guy says, "It happened like this. I found an
old oil lamp,
and being superstitious I rubbed it, and sure enough, out
came a genie
and granted me three wishes. I asked for a roll of
twenties that would
never end: POOF, there it was. I asked for two lovely
blonde women, one
for each arm, who are totally devoted to me: POOF, there
they were. So
finally I asked for a two-foot prick: POOF, there he was."
