Genie & not-so-genius husband

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SCredneck

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A couple was golfing one day on a very, very
exclusive golf course, lined with million dollar
houses. On the third tee the husband said,
"Honey, be very careful when you drive the ball
- don't knock out any windows. It'll cost us a
fortune to fix."
The wife teed up and shanked it right through
the window of the biggest house on the course.
The husband cringed and said, "I told you to
watch out for the houses! All right, let's go up
there, apologize and see how much this is going
to cost."
They walked up, knocked on the door, and heard
a voice say, "Come on in."
They opened the door and saw glass all over the
floor and a broken bottle lying on its side in the
foyer.
A man on the couch said, "Are you the people
that broke my window?"
"Uh, yeah. Sorry about that." the husband
replied.
"No, actually I want to thank you - I'm a genie
that was trapped for a thousand years in that
bottle.
You've released me. I'm allowed to grant three
wishes - I'll give you each one wish, and I'll
keep the last one for myself."
"OK, great!" the husband said. " I want a million
dollars a year for the rest of my life."
"No problem - it's the least I could do. And you,
what do you want?" the genie said, looking at
the wife.
"I want a house in every country of the world,"
she said. "Consider it done." the genie replied.
"And what's your wish, genie?", the husband
said.
"Well, since I've been trapped in that bottle, I
haven't had sex with a woman in a thousand
years.
My wish is to sleep with your wife."
The husband looks at the wife and said, "Well,
we did get a lot of money and all those houses,
honey.
I guess I don't care." (And neither did the
wife.)
The genie took the wife upstairs and ravished
her for two hours. After it was over, the genie
rolled over, looked at the wife, and said, "How old is your husband, anyway?"
"35." she replied.
"And he still believes in genies? That's amazing..."
 

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