So there was this guy at the bar, and he looks over at this other guy sitting there who has a small one-foot man on the counter playing the piano. He scratches his head in wonder, then orders a beer.
Then the guy leans over and says, “If you rub that bottle over there, a genie will come out, and you can ask him for anything, and he will grant it to you.”
So the guy goes over to the bottle and rubs it and says, “I want to be rich.” And all of a sudden the guy grows this horrible nose with a wart on the end of it and some long ratty hair.
And the guy turns to the other guy at the bar and says, “I said I wanted to be rich, not be a witch!!!”
And the other guy looks at him and says “Do you think I asked for a 12 inch pianist???”