Joe is sitting at a bar and notices that the man on the stool next to him has an exceptionally tiny and shriveled-looking head. Although he knows it's rude, Joe can't stop staring - each time he turns away, he finds himself turning back to sneak a peak. After a few more drinks, Joe decides, what the hell, and as politely as he can asks, "Sorry to bother you, but I can't help but notice the unusual size of your head. Were you born like that, or...?"
"Oh no!" the man responds, "It's actually a crazy story. During the war my vessel crashed on the shores of a remote island, and I was the only survivor. For three days I had no water or food, and I was afraid I would die. On the morning of the fourth day a beautiful mermaid swam up to the shore. She said she pitied my condition and offered to grant me three wishes. First, of course, I wished to get off the island. 'Done,' she said, 'Another ship in your fleet is on its way. You'll be rescued by tonight.' Second, I wished for water and something to eat. No sooner had I asked than it was in front of me, and I greedily ate and drank. 'What is your final wish?' the mermaid asked. Well, you have to understand, the war had been on for a while by then and it had been over a year since I'd been with a woman. So, I asked her to sleep with me. 'I'm sorry,' she said, 'we mermaids can't mate with humans because we are fish from the waist down.' 'Okay then,' I said, 'how about a little head?'"
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