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The Golf Genie March 10, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Joke, Magick & Mystery.
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When Steve took his wife Betty to play her first game of golf, she whacked her first shot through the window of the biggest house adjacent to the course.

Betty gasped.  “Oh, Steve!  What do we do?”

Steve cringed.  “We’ve got to go up there, find the owner, apologize, and see how much that drive is going to cost us.”

They walked up to the house and knocked on the patio door.  A warm voice said, “Come on in.”

When Steve opened the door, they saw broken glass all over the place and a broken antique bottle lying on its side near the broken window.

A man reclining on the couch asked, “Are you the people that broke the window?”

Betty said, “Uh, yes, sir.  I’m really sorry about that.  It was my first time out and . . . ”

“No apology necessary.  I’ve been trapped in that bottle for over a thousand years.  Now that you’ve released me, I’m allowed to grant three wishes.  I’ll give you each one wish if you let me keep the last one for myself.  Deal?”

Steve grinned, “Wow!  I’d like a million dollars a year for the rest of my life.”

“You’ve got it.  And I’ll also guarantee you a long, healthy life!  And now you, young lady, what do you want?”

“I’d like to own a gorgeous home with servants . . . in every country in the world.”

“Consider it done.  And your homes will always be safe from fire, burglary, and natural disasters!”

“Thanks!  By the way, I’m Betty.  And now, what’s your wish, genie?”

“Well, since I’ve been trapped in that bottle and haven’t been with a woman in more than a thousand years, my wish is to have sex with you.”

Betty gasped, “What if I say no?”

The genie shrugged and said, “Well, I guess your wishes won’t come true either.”

Betty mulled it over for a few moments and said, “You know, considering our good fortune, I guess I wouldn’t mind having sex with a thousand-year-old genie.  What do you think, Steve?”

“OK by me, sweetheart.  If the roles were reversed, I’d do the same for you!”

So the genie and Betty went upstairs and spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other’s company.

After three hours of non-stop sex, the genie rolled over and looked directly into Betty’s eyes and asked, “How old are you and your husband?”

“We’re both 35.”

“Wow!  Thirty-five and you still believe in genies?”

Aah . . . that’s better!

Source:  E-mail from unknown author (sent by Joe M.)