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The Third Wish

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.

"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.

"Guy," the genie said, "You will forever be a dollar richer than Bill
Gates.  What's your second wish."

"Genie, I want the most expensive Porsche made: Fire engine red, on board
GPS and the finest audio system ever installed in an automobile."

"That's easy, Guy," says the genie. He waves his hand and best car anybody
had ever seen 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
the trunk of the fire engine red Porsche. 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 60,
then 70, then 80. The Porsche 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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