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100 more wishes.

then 100 more.

and finally another 100.

can never have too many wishes.

reminds me of that joke where a woman finds an old dirty lamp in an antique shop. thinking it would look nice on her patio, she buys it. when she gets it home, she breaks out the brasso and starts to rub it to a gleaming shine. but before she has gotten past a couple of swipes, there is a puff of green smoke and out pops a purple genie.

"you have one wish," he intones.

well, at first the woman thinks the cleaning fluids have gone up her nose, but in the end she accepts there is really a genie in front of her, offering her one wish.

"there is one thing i've always wanted," she says slowly, clasping her hands in front of her, eyes dreamy with bliss. "thin thighs."

the genie recoils in shock.

"thin thighs?" he repeats incredulously. "thin thighs? with all the war and poverty and misery in the world, you ask for THIN THIGHS? i'm going to give you another chance. you have one wish. what will it be?"

flustered, the woman looks around her for inspiration. then her eyes light up.

"i know," she exclaims. "thin thighs for everyone!!!!"

apologies for general lack of wit and humous...
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 28 Aug 2008, 10:10, Reply)