“What’s wrong?” he asked. “I’ve got nothing to wear to the dance tomorrow night,” she sobbed. “Oh come on now! You’ve plenty of clothes,” and with that he went over to the wardrobe. “See here, there’s the nice pink dress, the pale blue skirt, the yellow cocktail dress, hi there Tom, the green silk gown…”
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