A fellow is walking along the beach, in a really foul mood. He sees something shiny sticking out of the sand, and he hauls off and delivers a mighty kick.
It's a genie's bottle, and it goes tumbling across the sand. The cork pops out, and what appears is one very pissed off genie.
"Okay, pal," the genie says. "Rules are rules, and I have to give you three wishes. But I really didn't appreciate what you just did to my bottle, so I am telling you, whatever you wish for, I am going to give to your worst enemy, twice over. And being the smart genie that I am, I can tell that your worst enemy is your ex-wife. So get wishing."
"Well," the man says. "No surprise here for my first wish. I want a pile of money. Let's say, ten million dollars."
There is a flash of light and a puff of smoke, and the genie hands him two slips of paper. One shows his bank balance at just over $10,000,000.00. The other shows his ex-wife's balance at just over 20.
"Okay, for wish number two, I want a Ferrari Testarossa."
A flash of light, a puff of smoke, and the genie hands him two photos. One shows a Ferrari in his driveway. The other shows two in his ex-wife's.
"Okay, before I tell you my third wish, I want to say that I'm sorry for kicking your bottle. You see, I just got out of a meeting with my ex, her lawyer, and my lawyer. This divorce is as messy and as ugly as it gets. I fucking hate that bitch, she can't stand me, and we're at war. I was in a really crappy mood, and I guess I took it out on your bottle.
"But one of the things we talked about was the need to set up new wills. You see, she's still the sole beneficiary of my estate, and I am still the sole beneficiary of hers.
"So, for my third wish, I want you to remove one of my lungs."
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