I Dream of Jeanie

A man walks into a bar. He’s normal size but has a tiny head, about the size of a small cantaloupe. The bartender gives him his desired drink and leans against the back bar. After a few minutes he says, “I’m sorry, but I just gotta ask. Were you born like that?”

“Not at all,” says the man.

“Well, what happened?” the bartender wanted to know. 

The man sighed, and shook his head. “It’s a long story, but if you’ll refill my glass, I’ll tell you.”

With his new drink in hand, he related his tale of woe.

“I was walking along a beach one day and found an old lamp. You know, the kind in all the genie stories. I thought, ‘what the hell?’, and gave it a rub. The next thing I knew, a beautiful genie was standing before me. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Probably the most beautiful woman in all the world.

“She said to me, ‘Thank you for freeing me from my prison. You may have one wish, and one wish only.’ “

“I knew right away what I wanted. I said, ‘I want to make love to you!’ 

“She sighed a sad sigh and said, ‘No, that is the one thing you may not have. Make another wish.’

” ‘Okay … then how about a little head?’ “