The Little Man
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Loading ...A man with a very little man on his shoulder enters a bar. The little man is no more than a foot tall.
“Set ‘em up”, says the man to the bartender. “I’ve got to drink these fast.”
The bartender is not fazed by unusual happenings in his pub and sets up a dozen whiskies in front of the man.
The little man jumps down from the man’s shoulder and begins kicking over the shots as fast as he can while the man tries to gulp down one or two before they’ve been spilled.
“Why do you put up with that?” asks the bartender.
“I’m stuck with him” replies the man. “In fact, in a way I wished for him. You see, one day a genie appeared and promised to grant me one wish.”
“So?”
“Well, I wished for a 12-inch prick.”
