PHHailey-Ken
Elite
A guy walks into a bar and sees a little piano on the counter, and next to it is a tiny man, about a foot tall, playing classical music beautifully. The guy is amazed and asks the bartender, "Where did you get that tiny pianist?"
The bartender sighs and pulls out an old, rusty lamp. "Rub this, and you’ll get one wish. But I’m warning you, the genie’s a little hard of hearing."
The guy, excited, grabs the lamp and gives it a good rub. Sure enough, a genie appears. The guy shouts, "I wish for a million bucks!"
Suddenly, the bar fills with ducks—quacking, flapping everywhere. The guy looks at the bartender, baffled, and says, "What’s with all the ducks? I asked for a million bucks!"
The bartender shakes his head and says, "Yeah, I told you—he’s hard of hearing. Do you really think I asked for a 12-inch pianist?"
The bartender sighs and pulls out an old, rusty lamp. "Rub this, and you’ll get one wish. But I’m warning you, the genie’s a little hard of hearing."
The guy, excited, grabs the lamp and gives it a good rub. Sure enough, a genie appears. The guy shouts, "I wish for a million bucks!"
Suddenly, the bar fills with ducks—quacking, flapping everywhere. The guy looks at the bartender, baffled, and says, "What’s with all the ducks? I asked for a million bucks!"
The bartender shakes his head and says, "Yeah, I told you—he’s hard of hearing. Do you really think I asked for a 12-inch pianist?"