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- So a guy walks into a bar one day and he can’t believe his eyes. There, in the corner, there’s this one-foot-tall man, in a little tuxedo, playing a tiny grand piano.
- So the guy asks the bartender, “Where’d he come from?”
- And the bartender’s, like, “There’s a genie in the men’s room who grants wishes.”
- So the guy runs into the men’s room and, sure enough, there’s this genie. And the genie’s, like, “Your wish is my command.” So the guy’s, like, “O.K., I wish for world peace.” And there’s this big cloud of smoke—and then the room fills up with geese.
- So the guy walks out of the men’s room and he’s, like, “Hey, bartender, I think your genie might be hard of hearing.”
- And the bartender’s, like, “No kidding. You think I wished for a twelve-inch pianist?”
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