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08-19-2008, 04:26 PM
An
Arab had spent many days crossing the desert without finding a source of
water. It got so bad that his camel died of thirst. He crawled through the
sands, certain that he was breathing his last breath, when suddenly, he saw a
shiny object sticking out of the sand several yards ahead of him.
He crawled to the object, pulled it out of the sand, and discovered
that he had a Manischewitz wine bottle. It appeared that there may be a drop
or two left in the bottle, so he unscrewed the top, and out popped a genie .
BUT this was no ordinary genie. This genie
appeared to be a Chasidic
Rabbi, complete with black alpaca coat, black hat, side curls,
and
tzitzies.
'Vell kid,' said the genie, 'you know how it voiks. You got
three vishes.'
'I'm not going to trust you,' says the Arab. 'I'm
not going to trust a Jewish genie!'
'Vott'ya you got to lose? Looks ta me - you're
a
gonner anyvay!'
The Arab thought about this for a minute,
and decided that the genie was right. 'Okay, I wish I were in a lush
oasis, with plentiful food and drink.'
* * P O O F * *
* * * * * * *
The Arab found
himself in the most beautiful oasis he had ever seen and he was surrounded
with jugs of wine and platters of delicacies.
'Okee-dokee kiddo, vat's your second
vish?'
'My second wish is that
I were rich beyond my wildest dreams.'
** * * * * * P O O F * * * * * * * * *
The Arab found himself surrounded by treasure
chests filled with rare old coins and precious gems.
'Okay kid, you
got just vone more vish. Better you should
make it a good vone!'
After
thinking for a few minutes, the Arab says, 'I wish that no matter where I go,
beautiful women will always need and want me !'
** *P O OF * * * * * *
He was turned into a tampon.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY:
If you're an Arab doing business with a Jewish
genie, there's going to be a string attached
Arab had spent many days crossing the desert without finding a source of
water. It got so bad that his camel died of thirst. He crawled through the
sands, certain that he was breathing his last breath, when suddenly, he saw a
shiny object sticking out of the sand several yards ahead of him.
He crawled to the object, pulled it out of the sand, and discovered
that he had a Manischewitz wine bottle. It appeared that there may be a drop
or two left in the bottle, so he unscrewed the top, and out popped a genie .
BUT this was no ordinary genie. This genie
appeared to be a Chasidic
Rabbi, complete with black alpaca coat, black hat, side curls,
and
tzitzies.
'Vell kid,' said the genie, 'you know how it voiks. You got
three vishes.'
'I'm not going to trust you,' says the Arab. 'I'm
not going to trust a Jewish genie!'
'Vott'ya you got to lose? Looks ta me - you're
a
gonner anyvay!'
The Arab thought about this for a minute,
and decided that the genie was right. 'Okay, I wish I were in a lush
oasis, with plentiful food and drink.'
* * P O O F * *
* * * * * * *
The Arab found
himself in the most beautiful oasis he had ever seen and he was surrounded
with jugs of wine and platters of delicacies.
'Okee-dokee kiddo, vat's your second
vish?'
'My second wish is that
I were rich beyond my wildest dreams.'
** * * * * * P O O F * * * * * * * * *
The Arab found himself surrounded by treasure
chests filled with rare old coins and precious gems.
'Okay kid, you
got just vone more vish. Better you should
make it a good vone!'
After
thinking for a few minutes, the Arab says, 'I wish that no matter where I go,
beautiful women will always need and want me !'
** *P O OF * * * * * *
He was turned into a tampon.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY:
If you're an Arab doing business with a Jewish
genie, there's going to be a string attached