A good looking rich guy walks into a bar, dressed to kill but with a head the size of a base ball.

The bartender asks if he was born like that, he said," No, never trust a genie in a bottle!"

He said that he had been tapped on an island when he found a bottle on the beach, as he rubbed it, a genie popped out and granted him three wishes. He said wish one was to be on his private 140' ocean crusier with a full crew, headed for one of his private estates to count his $500 million in cash and gold and $200 million in Swiss banks. "POOF" there he was. Next, since he was rich beyond his wildest dreams, he wanted a great body instead of his dumpy middle age self. He wanted great taste in clothing and never gain an ounce of fat regardless of what he might eat so that he could always look good. "Poof" so it was. HE could not think of a third request but the genie was really cute and he had not had sex in months. He told the bartender:

" When the third wish came all I could think of was sex, I asked the genie, How about a little head?"