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This guy was walking along the beach in Malibu when he came across this
salt-encrusted piece of metal. He worked for an hour or so to remove
the salt. Lo and behold it was a very old oil lamp. The guy started to
buff it to remove the verdigris when "poof" a genie appeared.
This genie, like all genies, was so happy to be freed of the lamp
that he granted the guy three wishes.
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"I wish to be a dollar richer than Bill Gates," says the
guy. The genie wasn't sure who Bill Gates was until the
guy told him to check Forbes magazine. When the genie
called up Forbes from inside the lamp he learned that
Bill Gates was indeed the richest man in the world.
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"Guy," the genie said, "You will forever be a dollar richer than
Bill Gates. What's your second wish."
"Genie, I want the Mercedez Benz 600S (AMG modified): black;
with total internet capability; 3 - 7inch tv screens plus 1 - 13inch;
a PS2 in the front dash; and a mini-cooler in the rear seat."
"That's easy, Guy," says the genie. He waves his hand and pops out
of the lamp. The genie then asks the guy for his third wish.
The guy mulls the problem over and over. A girl-- nah, with billions
and billions of dollars he certainly had become a chick magnet.
World peace? Only wackos want that. The guy found a reason not
to wish for anything that came to his mind.
"Genie," the guy said, "I can't think of anything now.
May I save the third wish for later."
"Gee, this is most unusual. But you hold the hammer, I can't escape
from this lamp until you make a third wish. Call me when you're ready,"
and whoosh the genie disappears into the lamp.
The guy carefully picks up the now-ever-so-valuable lamp and places
it in front passenger seat. He turns the radio on to balance the sounds
and makes all the other adjustments needed to get his great
audio system customized to his ears.
After that, he pulled off the beach and headed south along the Pacific
Coast Highway. Soon he was up to 80, then 90, then 100. The Benz
handled perfectly. The guy was so happy that he began to
sing along with the familiar commercial on the radio.
"Oh, I wish I was an Oscar-Mayer Wiener..."
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