Joe is a seemingly regular guy. One day he said to his local bartender, "Yeah, I know everybody there is to know!"
The Bartender replied, "What are you talking about? There is no way that you can know everybody."
Joe answered, "Oh, yea...I really DO know everybody!"
The Bartender wanted to call his bluff, "OK, I'll bet you $1000 that you don't know Michael Jackson."
"Yup, sure do," said Joe.

So Joe and the Bartender fly off to New York to a Michael Jackson concert. They sit down right up front, and Michael runs out on stage. Joe stands up and waves to him. Michael looks over, stops the band, and says over the microphone, "Ladies and Gentleman, I just noticed a special friend of mine is here in the audience...I'd like you all to meet my good friend, Joe." Joe stood up, and the audience cheered!

Later, back at the bar... "Well OK Joe, But you can't know EVERYONE!" said the bartender, "I'll bet you $2000 that you don't know Bill Clinton."
"Sure I do," said Joe, "We went golfing together."

So Joe and the Bartender fly off to Washington. They walk into the White House, where the President was giving a press conference. The President noticed Joe enter the room and Joe acknowledged him with a wave. "Ladies and Gentleman," began Mr. Clinton, "A good friend of mine has just arrived, I'd like you all to meet him... please welcome Joe." The photographers and journalists all hurried over to interview Joe, take pictures, etc.

Later, back at the bar... The Bartender said, "Joe, I still don't believe that you know EVERYBODY. I'll bet you $4000 that you don't know the Pope."

So Joe and the Bartender fly to Italy. They enter the Vatican where there are multitudes waiting for the Pope to address them, but the Pope does not show up. Joe wonders aloud, "How much longer is he going to be? He's over an hour late."
The Bartender, who was somewhat irritated by now, said, "Well, if you're such a good friend, why don't you just go inside and tell the Pope that he's late?"
"Yeah, that's a great idea," said Joe, and off he went.

A couple of minutes later the Pope steps out onto the balcony with Joe. Joe looked down at the crowd and saw the bartender passed out on the ground. He ran back downstairs to see what the problem was.

"What happened? Are you ok?" asked Joe.
The Bartender started to come around, "Ya, ya, I'm alright - Ok, so you win."
"Huh?" said Joe, "What happened?"
"Well," the Bartender said, "Just as you stepped out onto the balcony with the Pope, the woman next to me said, 'Hey, who the hell is that guy up there with Joe?'"