Bob and Ralph were fishing on the Irish shoreline when Bob pulled out a cigar. Finding he had no matches,he asked Ralph for a light.

'Ya, shure, I tink I haff a lighter,' Ralph replied in his Irish accent and then, reaching into his tackle box, he pulled out a Bic lighter 10 inches long.

'My God, man!' exclaimed Bob,taking the huge Bic Lighter in his hands.
'Where'd yew git dat monster?'

'Well,' replied Ralph, 'I got it from my Genie.'

'You haff a feckin Genie?' Bob asked.

'Ya, shure. It's right here in my tackle box,' says Ralph.

'Could I see him?'

Ralph opens his tackle box and sure enough, out pops the Genie.

Addressing the Genie,Bob says,
'Hey dere! I'm a good pal of your master.

Will you grant me one wish?'

'Yes, I will,' says the Genie.

So Bob asks the Genie for a million bucks.

The Genie disappears back into the tackle box leaving
Bob sitting there waiting for his million bucks.

Shortly, the Irish sky darkens and is filled with the sound of
a million ducks..... flying directly overhead.

Over the roar of the million ducks
Bob yells at Ralph,
'What the hell? I asked for a million Bucks,

not a million Ducks!'

Ralph answers,
'Ya, dat Genie is a bit hard of hearing sometimes.

       Do yew really tink I asked for a 10 inch Bic?'