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Wishes
Yet an other genie joke
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, a guy was sitting in a pub. He was throwing money around, giving the gaffer hundred pound tips and buying drinks for everyone. He was surrounded by a crowd of adoring women. The gaffer liked the tips, but he was kind of curious about a little man that would jump from the rich guy's pocket now and then. The little man would run up and down the bar, kicking over the bowls of peanuts and giving people the two's up. Then the little guy would jump back into the rich guy's jacket for a while.
The gaffer went over and asked the guy what was up. The rich guy says, "Well, let me tell you a little story. I was walking along a beach one day, and I come across this lamp. I picked it up, rubbed on it to clean it, and 'POW!' a genie pops out. I get three wishes, so I first wish to be fabulously wealthy. Then I wish for a harem. As you can see I got both."
The gaffer says, "So what about that little person in your jacket?"
"Oh, that," mumbles the rich guy. "My third wish was a twelve-inch prick!"
The gaffer went over and asked the guy what was up. The rich guy says, "Well, let me tell you a little story. I was walking along a beach one day, and I come across this lamp. I picked it up, rubbed on it to clean it, and 'POW!' a genie pops out. I get three wishes, so I first wish to be fabulously wealthy. Then I wish for a harem. As you can see I got both."
The gaffer says, "So what about that little person in your jacket?"
"Oh, that," mumbles the rich guy. "My third wish was a twelve-inch prick!"
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