At the Battle of the Little Bighorn all of Custer's men were dead and only he and his horse where left standing. Running around him was 3000 Indians who where whooping and screaming as they fired their guns and arrows at him.
Custer pulled the triggers of both revolvers he was holding and they clicked, telling him he was out of ammo. Custer took a step backwards and murmured. "B****r me, my times up!" . As he stepped back he stood on a bottle and out popped a Genie.
"Right Custer" Said the Genie. "You have just one wish, but whatever you wish for each of those Indians will get two each". "What?" Custer replied. "You mean if I wish for a fast horse they will all get two?" "That's correct" answered the Genie. "And If I wish for a machine gun they all get two each as well?" "Yes" Said the Genie, "Now hurry up and make your wish"
"In that case" Said Custer. "I wish I had a glass eye!"
