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However, the night doesn't quite turn out as planned. Since he's had too much to drink, one of the midgets can't get it up at all, and, to make matters worse, he has to listen to the other one say "1, 2, 3, huh," over and over again, all night. The next morning, the first midget is complaining.
"Man, did that suck. I was soft all night."
"You think that's bad," said the other midget. "I couldn't even get onto the bed."
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Both offer very little support!
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The next morning the man was brought before the firing squad. When asked for his last request, the man said he had none. The General in charge of his execution asked him, 'Sir, you refused your last meal and your last request. Isn't there anything you want before you die?'
The man thought for a moment, then said, 'Music has always been an important part of my life. If I could do but one thing before I die, would you allow me to sing my favorite song from beginning to end, without interruption?'
The General thought this was a reasonable request, and ordered his men to lower their weapons and to not interrupt for the duration of the song.
'Ten million bottles of beer on the wall...'
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