SLIMMER'S SUPPORT EXPRESS

THE JEWISH GENIE

An Arab had spent many days crossing the desert without finding a source
of
water. It got so bad that 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 he had a Manischevitz 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 tzitzies.
'Vell kid,' said the genie, 'you know how it voiks. You got
three vishes.'

'I'm not going to trust you,' says the Arab. 'I'm
not going to trust a Jewish genie!'

'Vott'ya you got to lose? Looks ta me - you're
a gonner 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 dr eams.'
** * * * * * 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. Better 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 going to
be a string attached.