A man, while playing on the front nine of a complicated golf course
became confused as to where he was. Looking around, he saw a lady
playing ahead of him. He walked up to her, explained his confusion and
asked her if she knew what hole he was playing.
She replied: "I'm on the 7th hole, and you are a hole behind me, so you must be on the 6th hole."
He thanked her and went back to his golf.
On the back nine the same thing happened and he approached the woman again with the same request.
She said: "I'm on the 14th hole, you are a hole behind me, so you must be on the 13th hole."
Once again, he thanked her and returned to his play. He finished
his round and went to the clubhouse where he saw the same lady sitting
at the end of the bar. He asked the bartender if he knew the lady. The
bartender said that she was a sales lady and played the course often.
He approached her and said: "Let me buy you a drink in
appreciation for your help. I understand that you are in the sales
profession. I'm in sales, also. What do you sell?"
She replied: "If I tell you, you'll laugh."
"No, I won't."
"Well, if you must know," she answered. "I work for Tampax."
With that, he laughed so hard he almost lost his breath.
She said: "See I knew you would laugh."
"That's not what I'm laughing at," he replied. "I'm a salesman for Preparation H, so I'm still a hole behind you.
One evening a drunk walks into a bar, sits down and happens to
notice a 12-inch tall man standing a few feet away from him.
Astonished, the man asks the guy next to him: "What the hell is that?" 
The guy replies: "He's a pianist!"
"No way," the drunk says, "You're pulling my leg"
So, the guy next to him picks up the 12-inch man, grabs some
books, and props the little man up to the piano. Sure enough, this
little man starts hammering out all the favorite tunes of the bars'
patrons. 
"That guy is great," the drunk says. "Where did you get him"?
The man told the drunk how he had found a genie bottle out in
the alley, rubbed it until a genie appeared, and was granted one wish. 
Inspired by the story, the drunk runs out the back door, finds
the bottle, and starts rubbing it. When the genie finally pops out the
drunk says: "I wish for a million bucks." All of a sudden, the sky
turns black and overhead a million ducks come flying overhead crapping
all over him. Angrily, the drunk runs back inside, slams the door and
begins cursing. 
"You bastard," he says. "I found that genie bottle and wished
for a million bucks and all of a sudden a million ducks appeared and
started crapping all over my new suit." 
The man started laughing and wildly exclaimed: "You don't really think I wished for a 12 inch pianist do you?"