A guy stumbles across a lamp half-buried in the sand by the seashore. He picks it up, rubs it, and a genie pops out. The genie says, “I grant you a wish for freeing me from this lamp, but there are three rules:
One, no wishing for death.
Two, no making somebody fall in love with you.
Three, no bringing back a dead person.
Now, what is your wish that I may grant?”
The guy rolls his eyes up thinking, then brightens and tells his wish. “I’d like for envelopes to moan and writhe and beg for more when I lick them!”
The Genie says, “Oh, good grief. Okay, there are FOUR rules...”
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One, no wishing for death.
Two, no making somebody fall in love with you.
Three, no bringing back a dead person.
Now, what is your wish that I may grant?”
The guy rolls his eyes up thinking, then brightens and tells his wish. “I’d like for envelopes to moan and writhe and beg for more when I lick them!”
The Genie says, “Oh, good grief. Okay, there are FOUR rules...”
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