A man walks into a bar with a paper bag. He sits down and places the bag on the counter. The bartender walks up and asks, “What’s in the bag?” The man reaches into the bag and pulls out a little man, about 12 inches tall, and sets him on the counter. He reaches back into the bag and pulls out a tiny piano, setting it on the counter as well. He reaches into the bag again and pulls out a tiny piano bench. The little man sits down at the piano and starts playing a Mozart piano concerto.

“Where on earth did you get that ?” asked the surprised bartender. The man responds by reaching into the paper bag. This time he pulls out a magic lamp. He hands it to the bartender and says, “Here Rub it.” So the bartender rubs the lamp, and suddenly there’s a gust of smoke and a beautiful genie is standing before him. “I will grant you one wish – just one.” Said the genie.

The bartender gets excited and, without hesitating, he says, “I want a million bucks!” A few moments later a duck walks into the bar. Another duck, then another soon follow it. Pretty soon, the entire bar is filled with ducks and they keep coming!

The bartender turns to the man and says, “You know, I think your genie’s a little deaf. I asked for a million bucks, not a million ducks.”

The man replies, “Do you really think I asked for a 12 inch pianist ?”

Ha!

Reminds me of the old joke about the organ grinder and his monkey.

Good one, even my wife laughed.

A joke as old as time. First heard that one probably 20 years ago. Still one of my favorites though.

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Originally posted by Balzé Halzé:
A joke as old as time. First heard that one probably 20 years ago. Still one of my favorites though.

I hope to live long enough where I've never heard that one before.

OK, then...



A couple of days ago I passed a homeless man asking for donations. I pulled out a $50 note and asked "If I give you this money, will you spend it on alcohol?"



"Absolutely not, I gave up drinking years ago" he replied.



"Will you spend it on fishing gear? I continued.



"Certainly not, I've stopped fishing since I've been homeless" he pleaded.



"Will you spend it on hunting equipment?" I asked.



"I've gave up hunting when I moved to the city" he confessed.



"Well then.... I am not going to give you money, I am going to take you home with me where you can shower and sit down to a delicious home cooked meal that my wife has cooked" I told him.



"Won't she be angry with you?" he enquired.



“Not important" I replied. "What is important is that she sees what happens to a man that gives up drinking, fishing and hunting!”




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