Archive for August, 2005

THE GENIES

Wednesday, August 31st, 2005

A young couple was golfing one day on a very exclusive course
lined with million-dollar houses. On the third tee, the wife
sliced her shot right through the large front window of the
biggest house along the course. They walked up, knocked on the
door and heard a voice say, "Come on in."

When they opened the door, they saw glass everywhere and a
broken bottle lying on the floor. A man on the couch said, "Are
you the people who broke my window?"

The husband began to apologize, but the man cut him off,
"Actually, I want to thank you, I’m a genie who was trapped in
that bottle, and your wayward shot released me. I’m allowed to
grant three wishes, so what I’d like to do is give each of you
one wish, and I’ll keep last one for myself."

"Fantastic!" said the husband. "I want a million dollars a year
for the rest of my life." "No problem," said the genie, "it’s
the least I can do."

"I want a house in every country in the world," said the wife.
"Consider it done," said the genie, "and now for my wish.
Because I’ve been trapped in that bottle, I haven’t had sex in a
really long time. My wish is to sleep with your wife."

The husband looked over at his wife and said, "Well, we did get
a lot of money and all those houses…If you don’t mind honey, I
don’t either." The wife agreed.

The genie took her upstairs and ravished her for 3 hours. After
he was through, the genie looked at the wife and asked, "How old
is you husband, anyway?"

"Twenty-five," said the wife.

"And he still believes in genies?"

* A Poet to his Future Wife *

Thursday, August 18th, 2005

If you met me in my youth In the days I was wilder and freer Could you have loved me still?If you met me in my youth When my heart was restless and untrue Could you have persevered and stayed?The mental picture of you which I’ve always painted Soft-haired, flowers on your head Starry smiles beneath idyllic eyes Lovely lips, supple skin Would you have loved me then Like you love me now?The scent of my Summer siestas There on the magical swing Beside the generous apple tree In the backyard lawn Of my girlfriend and his family’s home Moments spent yearning for my own love yah! Could you have been dreaming and hoping In the same moments for someone like me?Could I have been the portrait of your love Even if I had not arrived?
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