Jim and Rhonda were golfing on a very exclusive course, lined with million
dollar homes. On the third hole Rhonda teed up and shanked one through
the window of the biggest house on the course. Jim cringed and said,
"We'd better go apologize and find out how much this is going to
cost us."
They walked up and knocked on the door, and a voice beckoned them inside.
They opened the door and saw glass all over the floor, a broken bottle
lying on its side, and a man sitting on the couch. "Are you the
people who broke my window?" the man on the couch asked.
"Yes, and we're sorry," Jim said.
"No, actually I want to thank you. I'm a genie. I've been trapped
for a thousand years inside the bottle you broke. You've released me.
Now I'm prepared to grant three wishes -- one for each of you, and I'll
use the last one myself."
"OK, great!" Jim said. "I'll take a million dollars a
year for the rest of my life."
"No problem," said the genie. "It's the least I can do.
And you, ma'am, what would you like?"
"I'd like a house in every country of the world," Rhonda
said.
"Consider it done."
Jim asked, "And what's your wish, genie?"
"Well, you know, having been trapped inside that bottle, I haven't
had sex with a woman in a thousand years. My wish is to sleep with your
wife."
Jim turned to Rhonda and said, "What do you think? We did get a lot
of money and all those houses. I guess it would be OK with
me."
Rhonda agreed. The genie took her upstairs and ravished her.
After he was through, the genie turned to Rhonda and asked, "How old
is your husband, anyway?"
"35," she replied.
"And he still believes in genies?"
