A white guy is walking on a beach when he comes across a magic lamp in the sand.

He picks it up and gives it as rub.

Two blonde genies appear and tell him he has "three wishes."

The guy makes his three wishes and the blonde genies disappear.

The next thing the guy knows, he's in a golf course mansion surrounded by 50 beautiful women.

After he makes love to all of them, he begins exploring his new mansion.

Feeling something soft on his feet, he looks down to see the floor is covered in $100 bills.

Then, there's a knock at the front door.

Standing there are two persons dressed in Ku Klux Klan robes.

They drag him outside to the nearest tree and hang him by the neck until he is dead.

As the Klansmen are walking away, they take off their hoods. It's the two blonde genies.

One blonde genie says to the other one, "I can understand his first wish to be loved by 50 women in a big mansion. I can understand why he wanted to be a millionaire too."

"But, why would he want to be hung like a black guy?"

You are sick Wolfie.

You are sick Wolfie.

Thank you, talula. It's so nice to have a comment from a guy who appreciates quality wolf humor

This fellow comes to the diner every day with a very short piano player, and has diner, and no matter what he orders he just puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out the exact change.

One day the waiter asks how he does it. He tells the tale of the genie grant him some wishes, instead of a dollar amount he asked to have the exact price of anything he bought in his pocket.

The waiter says that's quite clever, Now where did you get your little friend?

The customer replies that he thinks the genie was hard of hearing, because I never asked for a 12 inch pianist.

I liked it - LOL

Wolfie, that was great, thanks

River

Lol, don't mince words with a blonde, or a genie.

Here's another one for your reading pleasure.

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A young man is drinking his sorrows away in one of those kitchy bars with all the memorobilia on the walls. After downing beer after beer, he finally hears the call of nature, and heads off to the men's room.

On his way to the men's room, he stumbles and falls. By pure chance, where he falls, he sees a hole in the wall, hidden from view from the rest of the bar. Inside the hole he sees a glint of gold. He snatches what is in the hole, and hiding it in his hands, runs into the washroom.

He relieves himself at the urinal, then examines his discovery. It is a small Arabic oil lamp, just like in the Aladdin stories. He can't believe his luck. Oh, what he couldn't do with three wishes.

Seeing that the other urinals are empty, he gives it a rub.

Suddenly a VERY large black man in exotic robes is standing before him. He is a powerful being, and stands inhumanly over the terrified man.

“A-are you a Genie?” the man asks.

“I am.” says the dark skinned titan.

“You can grant me wishes?” he asks again.

“I can, but there will be a price for my service. I am not a children's story. You do not get wishes from a Genie for free.”

“What's the price?”

“For every wish you make, I will have my way with you. The wishes I grant are completely infallible, but you must pay with your body in trade.”

“You'll have sex with me?”

“Yes.”

The man thinks about it. He doesn't have much in life, and has been drinking to forget all his problems. He decides it would be worth some pain and discomfort to acheive all his heart desires. “All right,” he agrees.

The Genie suddenly siezes the man, ripping off his clothing. The Genie reveals his own inhuman member from beneath his robes. It is at least twelve inches long, and as big around as a coke can.

The Genie flips the man over and without ceremony, begins the deed. It is a horribly painful and humiliating affair for the man. He has never felt pain or terror like this in his life. He tells himself it will all be worth it when he gets his wishes.

When it is over, the man cannot walk. He is left on the floor in a quivering pile. The big Genie uses some paper towels to clean up the mess. He tosses some paper towels to the quivering heap on the floor.

“I-I w-wish for a billion dollars.” The man manages to croak out at the feet of the creature.

“Tell me,” asks the Genie. “How old are you?”

“T-twenty-two.” the man answers.

“Kid,” explains the giant black man. “I'm from Kenya. I was in the stalls when you came in. And don't you think you're too old to still believe in Genies?”

Ouch lol, ouch lol, ouch that was funny