Mr Bombastic

A man walks into an Irish pub. He asks for a beer and a shot glass of beer. The bartender raises his eyebrows but produces the drinks. The guy opens his backpack and a twelve inch man jumps out and onto the bar, grabs the shot glass and chugs it down.

He then runs along the bar, kicking drinks in people's faces and cussing at everyone. Once the bartender gets over his surprise, he asks the man about the little guy and where he found him.

Well, replies the man, it's a sad story. I was walking in the countryside one day, and I heard a cry for help. So I went to investigate and found out that a leprechaun was caught in a steel trap. I helped him out of it, and being grateful he told me he would grant me a wish. I thought about it for a few minutes and made my wish. Apparently, there was a bit of a problem communicating my wish.

What did you wish for, asks the bartender?

The man sighs and says I wished for a twelve-inch prick.

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I think there are a few on OPP

Mr Bombastic

Yep. Damn Leprechauns! It's all their fault.