Two geniuses in Ohio decided to go into business counterfeiting paper money. The mastermind set things up, made sure there was enough paper and ink, and let the other mastermind print the new cash. The first mastermind went down to the corner store for a pack of smokes and a six-pack, and when he returned, his partner had a HUGE crop of freshly-printed bills hanging on a clothesline to dry. All of them were $18 dollar bills.

"What the **** are we gonna do with all these 18-dollar bills??!!!"

"Well, boss, we can move 'em down in Kentucky. Them guys are dumb."

So they pack the trunk of their car full of 18-dollar paper and head south. They stop at the first little store they come to south of the Ohio River, and Mr. Bigshot carries a couple of the "eighteens" in and asks the toothless tobacco-spitting gentleman behind the counter,

"Hey, old man, can you change this for me?"

"Sure," the old-timer responded. "You're one o' them Ohio boys. Did you want two nines or three sixes?"