The Irish Lighter

Mick and Paddy were  fishing on  the Irish shoreline when Mick pulled out a  cigar.

Finding he had no matches, he  asked Paddy for a light.

'Ya, sure, I tink I haff a lighter,' Paddy  replied and then reaching into his tackle box, he pulled out a Bic lighter 10 inches long. 

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

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

'You haff a magic Genie?' Mick  asked.

'Ya, sure. It's right here in my tackle box,' says  Paddy.

'Could I see him?'

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

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

Will you grant me one  wish?'

'Yes, I will,' says the Genie.

So Mick asks the Genie  for a million bucks.  The Genie disappears back into the  tackle box leaving Mick 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 one million ducks Mick yells at  Paddy, 'What the hell? 

I asked for a million bucks, not a  million ducks!'

Paddy answers, 'Ya, I forgot to tell yew dat da  Genie is hard of hearing. 

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