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.
Two men are drinking in a bar. One turns to the other and says, “I bet you $100 that I can bite my eye.” The second fellow thinks to himself, I guess he’s had about enough, so he replies, “OK, show me.” The first man takes out his glass eye and bites it. So the