An Arab has spent many days crossing the desert without
finding a source of water. It gets so bad that his camel
dies of thirst. He’s crawling through the sands, certain
that he has breathed his last, when all of a sudden he sees
a shiny object sticking out of the sand several yards ahead
of him. He crawls to the object, pulls is out of the sand,
and discovers that he has a Manischevitz wine bottle. It
appears that there may be a drop or two left in the bottle,
so he unscrews the top and out pops a genie. But this is no
ordinary genie. This genie appears to be a Chasidic rabbi,
complete with black kapota coat, black hat, side curls, etc.
“Well, kid,” says the genie. “You know how it works. You have
three wishes.”
“I’m not going to trust you,” says the Arab. “I’m not going to
trust a Jewish genie!”
“What do you have to lose? It looks like you’re a goner anyway!”
The Arab thinks about this for a minute, and decides that the
genie is right. “OK, I wish I were in a lush oasis with
plentiful food and drink.”
***POOF***
The Arab finds himself in the most beautiful oasis he has ever
seen. He is surrounded with jugs of wine and platters of
delicacies.
“OK, kid, what’s your second wish.”
“My second wish is that I were rich beyond my wildest dreams.”
***POOF***
The Arab finds himself surrounded by treasure chests filled
with rare gold coins and precious gems. “OK, kid, you have
just one more wish. Better make it a good one!” After
thinking for a few minutes, the Arab says: “I wish I were
white and surrounded by beautiful women.”
***POOF***
The Arab is turned into a Tampax.
The moral of the story is: If you do business with a Jewish
genie, there’s going to be a string attached
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