beyond
6th August 2006, 20:44
An American, an Australian and an Irishman are on a cruise ship that sinks at sea, but all three manage to survive on some wreckage and drift onto a small deserted island with a few coconut trees.
They spend a couple of days seeking shelter from the glaring sun and drinking cocunut juice and eating the coconuts which they know will not last for more than two or three days. Things are looking pretty grim.
The American wakes up one morning and see the sun glinting off something near the waters edge. He races across the sand yelling his head off and grabs a bottle with a cork in it. The Irishman and Aussie bloke, race down to see what he's found.
He pulls the cork out of the bottle and there's this loud rushing noise and the next second, the black smoke materialises into this big Genie.
"Thankyou, thankyou." He yells.
"I've been stuck in this bottle for centuries and I swore that whoever released me, would get three wishes."
The American says, well I found the bottle but we have all become real good mates over the last few days and I think it's only fair that we share the wishes. Lets have one wish each."
The Genie agrees that this is very generous and fair.
The American speaks up.
"I wish that right now, I was back in the USA with my own 3000 acre spread, with three hundred head of cattle, a chopper and heaps of lovely young maids, tending to my every whim and fancy and a nice fat bank account with 100 million dollars."
The genie claps his hands.
"Done."
The American disappears and his wish comes true.
The Aussie bloke says.
"I wish that right now, I was back in Sydney, in the tallest building and own the best Penthouse pad in the whole city, have 200 million in my bank account, a Ferarri and ten of the best looking woman in Oz all tending to my every need."
The genie claps his hands.
"Done."
The Australian disappears and his wish comes true.
"Your turn," says the Genie to the Irishman
The Irishman thinks deeply, not wanting to waste his only wish. He thinks some more and looks around the little island.
"I'm feeling really lonely right now. I wish my mates were back........:gob:
They spend a couple of days seeking shelter from the glaring sun and drinking cocunut juice and eating the coconuts which they know will not last for more than two or three days. Things are looking pretty grim.
The American wakes up one morning and see the sun glinting off something near the waters edge. He races across the sand yelling his head off and grabs a bottle with a cork in it. The Irishman and Aussie bloke, race down to see what he's found.
He pulls the cork out of the bottle and there's this loud rushing noise and the next second, the black smoke materialises into this big Genie.
"Thankyou, thankyou." He yells.
"I've been stuck in this bottle for centuries and I swore that whoever released me, would get three wishes."
The American says, well I found the bottle but we have all become real good mates over the last few days and I think it's only fair that we share the wishes. Lets have one wish each."
The Genie agrees that this is very generous and fair.
The American speaks up.
"I wish that right now, I was back in the USA with my own 3000 acre spread, with three hundred head of cattle, a chopper and heaps of lovely young maids, tending to my every whim and fancy and a nice fat bank account with 100 million dollars."
The genie claps his hands.
"Done."
The American disappears and his wish comes true.
The Aussie bloke says.
"I wish that right now, I was back in Sydney, in the tallest building and own the best Penthouse pad in the whole city, have 200 million in my bank account, a Ferarri and ten of the best looking woman in Oz all tending to my every need."
The genie claps his hands.
"Done."
The Australian disappears and his wish comes true.
"Your turn," says the Genie to the Irishman
The Irishman thinks deeply, not wanting to waste his only wish. He thinks some more and looks around the little island.
"I'm feeling really lonely right now. I wish my mates were back........:gob: