>So I says to Jorgen, I says, "Hey, musclehead, can the children wish for gay porn?". And Jorgen, he, well you know how Jorgen is. Very strict, very, uh, well I don't know what the German version of being Catholic would be, but it would be that. Camp counselor maybe? (audience boos) Heh, ehhhh, what do yall know?. Anyway, uh, back to Jorgen. So he looks at his book of rules, which, by the way, they spell it "Da Rules" like, what kind of phonics were they hooked on right? I mean, not only would I hate to see their dictionary, but its probably a hell of a "Dasaurus" as well right? Ehhh, I'm digressing. Anyway, after like an hour, Jorgen looks at me, he's Austrian by the way, I said German earlier, that was dumb of me. The joke still works. Uh, uh, anyway, Jorgen looks at me and says there's, can you believe this, there's no rules about porn at all. I says "There's no rules about porn AT ALL? In all the years of magical wish-granting creatures being given to disgusting, puberty-stricken midgets, not once has the topic of porn come up?" Jorgen starts getting angry with me, you know how he does, wants to leave the conversation, pounds me into their little cloud ground with his apartment-sized fist, but now I'm, you know, I'm invigorated. Its absurd that it never came up! So I go to this kid, Timmy Turner. Real piece of work that Timmy Turner, you wanna force Jorgen to make a rule, that's the little bucktooth scumbag you go to. Kid's got teeth like shovel, you know, just, make a beaver jealous that's what it is. I get straight to the point, I says to him, "Hey, you should wish for gay porn."