A chap was walking down the street, when he noticed sitting in a park, watching the world go by, a chap with an orange for a head. Naturally curiousity got the better of him and he had to ask why. The chap explained that a few weeks previous he was walking in the exact same park, when he noticed a lamp on the floor, he picked it up and gave it a rub, and a genie popped out. He was offered three wishes. The first wish, he told him, was to be the richest man alive. Sure enough, the Genie did as was asked of him, and made him the richest man alive. Secondly, he told him he wished for an entourage of lingerie models to keep him company for the rest of his life. Obviously the genie satisfied his request, and gave him the entourage, who were as a bonus, more than willing to satisfy his every whim. Naturally the man was still curious as to what had gone wrong, so the man explained that the third wish is what had gone wrong. "What did you wish for?" he asked. He replied "I wished for an orange for a head"

Well, it made me laugh.

British:

I have read your earlier contributions -and always laughed. I also knew an old joke I heard when I was 12 (and I am a great deal past that age!)that you could tell an Englishman a joke on Saturday night and he would laugh in church on Sunday morning. These last several statements are not so unrelated as they seem. I now fear that I am turning into an Englishman because I don't get it! I read it three times and I now fear that Alzheimers has caught up with me. Please take pity and explain.