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 O F * * * * * *
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.
A STRING --->
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