The Twelve Inch Pianist (by dallon weekes, transcripted by me)

Misunderstanding

So the guy walks out of the men's room and he's, like, "Hey, bartender, I think your genie might be hard of hearing."

And the bartender's, like, "No kidding. You think I wished for a twelve-inch pianist?"

So the guy processes this. And he's, like, "Does that mean you wished for a twelve-inch penis?"

And the bartender's, like, "Yeah. Why, what did you wish for?"

And the guy's, like, "World peace."

So the bartender is understandably ashamed.