An Arab had spent many days crossing the desert without finding a source of water.
It got so bad that even his camel died of thirst.
He crawled through the sands, certain that he was breathing his last breath, when suddenly, he saw a shiny object sticking out of the sand several yards ahead of him.
He crawled to the object, pulled it out of the sand, and discovered that it was a Manischewitz wine bottle.
It appeared that there may be a drop or two left in the bottle, so he unscrewed the top and out popped a genie.
BUT this was no ordinary Genie.
This genie appeared to be a Chasidic Rabbi,
complete with black alpaca coat, black hat, side curls, and tzitzis.
‘Vell kid,’ said the genie, ‘you know how it voiks. You got tree vishes.’
‘I’m not going to trust you,’ says the Arab.
‘I’m not going to trust a Jewish genie!’
‘Vott you got to lose? Looks ta me – you’re a goner anyvay!’
The Arab thought about this for a minute and decided that
the genie was right.
‘Okay, I wish I were in a lush oasis, with plentiful food and drink.’
* * * * * * * P O O F! * * * * * * * * *
The Arab found himself in the most beautiful oasis he had ever seen and he was surrounded with jugs of wine and platters of delicacies.
‘Okee-dokee kiddo, vat’s your second vish?’
‘My second wish is that I were rich beyond my wildest dreams.’
* * * * * * * P O O F!* * * * * * * * *
The Arab found himself surrounded by treasure chests filled with rare old coins and precious gems.
‘Okay kid, you got just vone more vish.
Best you should make it a good vone!’
After thinking for a few minutes, the Arab says,
‘I wish that no matter where I go,
beautiful women will always need and want me!’
* * * * * * * P O O F! * * * * * * * * *
He was turned into a tampon.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY:
If you’re an Arab doing business with a Jewish genie,
there’s bound to be a string attached.
