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January 23, 2007

Stacy: It's All in the Fine Print

I gave the genie my best eat-shit glare. He smiled back blandly.

Two wishes wasted thanks to this smug bastard. Think, dammit. You’re smarter than this jumped-up lamp boy.

The genie whistled tunelessly and inspected his fingernails. I ignored him, thinking hard.

A perfectly fool-proof wish… something that’ll make you happy and fuck over this double-talking used flying rug salesman at the same time…

The genie conjured an armchair and sat down, sighing dramatically.

Ah, got it.

“I wish your ass would dispense sterile gold coins, one every twelve seconds, into this bowl, for the next 25 years.”

clink “OW!”

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Comments

Hahahahaha! This is hilarious!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at January 23, 2007 12:55 PM · Permalink

Yeah, but a really smart genie would have had a donkey standing there in his place. :)

Posted by: Stacy at January 23, 2007 12:57 PM · Permalink

Or made the gold coins really eensy-teensy. :)

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at January 23, 2007 1:16 PM · Permalink

Donkeys don't live to be 25, and gold coins (in genie land) must weigh at least 1.5 troy ounces.

Posted by: kasac at January 23, 2007 5:26 PM · Permalink

Good points all.

Posted by: Stacy at January 23, 2007 5:33 PM · Permalink