This one is better if told in person. You'll either love it or hate it.
A man is sitting at a bar, drinking, minding his own business, when another man walks in with a loud bang, drawing everyone's attention to him, his companions, and the $500,000 sports car behind him.
The man is dressed in an Armani suit, with jewelry, expensive sunglasses, and a tie that probably cost more than the man sitting at the bar makes in a month. On each of his arms are two gorgeous supermodels, all cuddling up to the man and obviously seriously into him.
He also had an orange for a head.
The man sits down at the bar with his lady friends, slams down a few hundred dollar bills, and says, "Barkeep! Next forty rounds for everyone in the bar are on me! Let's get a party started!"
The barkeeper begins passing out rounds and pretty soon the bar is completely alive, with music, people dancing, everyone dancing around and chatting. The man looks at the barkeeper, who just shrugs at him. He asks the barkeeper, "What do you think is up with that guy?" The barkeeper says "I dunno. Maybe you should ask him?"
He looks around and finds the orange-headed man sitting in a booth. In the minute that he watches him, at least four women slip their numbers into his jacket pocket, but he somehow looks pretty dejected, even though he started one of the biggest parties in the city. Finally, the man tosses his shot back and walks over to the orange-headed man.
"So, dude, great party you started!"
"Yeah, enjoy it. Everything's on me, buddy."
"You know, I'm kind of curious. You walk in here with these great looking girls, you're obviously loaded, you've got a nice car, and you're generous as hell. Also, you have an orange for a head. I gotta ask you, what's your story? I mean, why are you doing this?"
"Well, not a day goes by that I don't remember it. Basically, this is what happened. I was walking along the beach, depressed about my life, pretty much thinking my day was as bad as it could have gotten. I stubbed my toe while I was walking, and I remember swearing but seeing this old lamp. So I pick it up and dust it off a bit, and suddenly a massive genie pops out. And he says to me, with this thunderous voice: 'You have released me from a thousand years of imprisonment. I am in your debt, and will grant you three wishes that will instantly be fulfilled exactly how you want them to be, in gratitude for me freedom.'"
The man is amazed by the story, as the orange-headed man continues.
"So, I said, my first wish is to be fabulously wealthy. Wealthier than anyone in the world. I want endless pockets, I want to be so rich that I can have clothes made out of hundred-dollar bills. So the genie snaps his fingers and says, 'Done!' I look down at my clothes, and they're made out of hundred dollar bills. I reach in my pockets, and I throw out fistfuls of money. No matter how much I pull out, there's more. So I'm thinking, hell yeah, this is sweet! I go on and I say, for my next wish, I want to be irresistible to any woman in the world. I want to be able to have sex with any woman that I want."
The orange-headed man sighs and takes another swig from his bottle of whiskey. "Well, the genie says 'Done!' Suddenly all the women on the beach are giving me longing looks and batting their eyelashes at me, the ones who walk past are smiling and trying to get my attention. It was goddamn awesome. I thought everything was goddamn sweet at this point."
The orange-headed man sighed again and finished off his bottle of whiskey. After a few moments of silence, the man prodded him.
"Well...that explains the women and the money, but not the orange for the head."
"Alright, alright. Well, after my second wish, the genie said 'You have one wish left, mortal.' And...I thought really hard. But you know, this is where I think I went wrong. For my third wish, I wished that my head was a giant orange."