Wardey
Founding Member
The cowboy
A cowboy has spent days crossing the Texas plains without water. His horse
has already died of thirst.
He's crawling through the sand, certain that he has breathed his last
breath, when all of a sudden he sees an object sticking out of the sand
several yards ahead of him.
He crawls to the object pulls it out of the sand, and discovers what looks
to be a brand new briefcase. He opens it, and out pops a genie.
But this is no ordinary genie.
He is Barrack Obama. His smile is from ear to ear. He radiates aloofness.
He is wearing an IRS ID badge and a dull gray suit.
There's a calculator in his shirt pocket. He has a pencil tucked behind
one ear.
'Well, cowboy,' says the genie...'My name is Barrack Hussein Obama. You
know how I work. You have three wishes.'
'I'm not falling for this,' said the cowboy. 'I'm not going to trust an
IRS genie, who just pops up out of the sand and, certainly not one whose
middle name is Hussein.'
'What do you have to lose? You've got no transportation, and it looks like
you're a goner anyway!'
The cowboy thinks about this for a minute, and decides that the genie is
right. 'OK, I wish I were in a lush oasis with plenty of food and drink.'
***POOF***
The cowboy finds himself in the most beautiful oasis he has ever seen. He
is surrounded with jugs of wine and platters of delicacies.
'OK, cowpoke, what's your second wish'
'My second wish is that I was rich beyond my wildest dreams.'
***POOF***
The cowboy finds himself showered in rare gold coins and precious gems. He
goes from instantly poor, to a man of wealth, and substance.
'OK, cowpuncher, you have just one more wish. Better make it a good one!'
After thinking for a few minutes, the cowboy says, 'I wish that no matter
where I go, beautiful women will want and need me.'
***POOF***
He turned into a tampon.
The moral of the story: If Barrack Hussein Obama seems to be a
Genie, and offers you something for nothing, there's going to be a string
attached.
A cowboy has spent days crossing the Texas plains without water. His horse
has already died of thirst.
He's crawling through the sand, certain that he has breathed his last
breath, when all of a sudden he sees an object sticking out of the sand
several yards ahead of him.
He crawls to the object pulls it out of the sand, and discovers what looks
to be a brand new briefcase. He opens it, and out pops a genie.
But this is no ordinary genie.
He is Barrack Obama. His smile is from ear to ear. He radiates aloofness.
He is wearing an IRS ID badge and a dull gray suit.
There's a calculator in his shirt pocket. He has a pencil tucked behind
one ear.
'Well, cowboy,' says the genie...'My name is Barrack Hussein Obama. You
know how I work. You have three wishes.'
'I'm not falling for this,' said the cowboy. 'I'm not going to trust an
IRS genie, who just pops up out of the sand and, certainly not one whose
middle name is Hussein.'
'What do you have to lose? You've got no transportation, and it looks like
you're a goner anyway!'
The cowboy thinks about this for a minute, and decides that the genie is
right. 'OK, I wish I were in a lush oasis with plenty of food and drink.'
***POOF***
The cowboy finds himself in the most beautiful oasis he has ever seen. He
is surrounded with jugs of wine and platters of delicacies.
'OK, cowpoke, what's your second wish'
'My second wish is that I was rich beyond my wildest dreams.'
***POOF***
The cowboy finds himself showered in rare gold coins and precious gems. He
goes from instantly poor, to a man of wealth, and substance.
'OK, cowpuncher, you have just one more wish. Better make it a good one!'
After thinking for a few minutes, the cowboy says, 'I wish that no matter
where I go, beautiful women will want and need me.'
***POOF***
He turned into a tampon.
The moral of the story: If Barrack Hussein Obama seems to be a
Genie, and offers you something for nothing, there's going to be a string
attached.
