There was a party that many rich people attended. The host, Sir Fergus McCarthy, had recently built a tank with many alligators, paranas, and many other things that could kill you. Fergus said that if anyone could swim across the tank, he would, to the best of his ability, grant them 3 wishes.
Well, nobody was up to the challenge, so everyone just started having a good time and doing that "party thing."
Suddenly, there was this big splash! Ferg looked and saw his good mate, Bill Bungalow swimming to beat hell across the tank, and, lo and behold, he made it!
Fergus walked over to the Colonel, I mean Mr Bungalow and said, "Alright, you made it, WOW!. What are your 3 wishes?" Colonel, I mean Bill, replied, "First, you see that shotgun of yours? give me it, Two, see those bullets over there? give me them, 3, show me the mother-fucker who pushed me in."
Fergus considered this, then replied, "Who are you? I don't recall inviting you? I am sure I had a banning order in place? Tell you what, here is the shotgun, why don't you stick it up your arse?"