I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel.
The Madame asked, “what can we do for you?”
I said, “I need a woman to lay with, for mine has left me.”
The Madame asked “You poor thing; whatever for? And why do you have a jackass and a honeycomb?”
“Well,” I answered, “my woman stumbled upon a genie in a bottle, and he granted her 3 wishes.
The first was to have the nicest in the land, so he gave her this jackass.
Her second wish was for a ‘house fit for a queen’, so he gave her this beehive.”
The Madame asked, “And what of the third wish?”
“For her third wish, my woman asked the genie to make my hang down past my knee.”
“Well, that one’s not so bad!” the Madame exclaimed.
“‘Not so bad!?’, I replied, “I used to be 6 feet tall!”