A lesson in greed...

[cyberwolf]

A man and his wife were playing golf. On one tee, she badly sliced her drive, and the ball sailed over a nearby copse, to be followed by the sound of breaking glass.

Deciding they'd better go and apologise, they traced the path of the ball to a large house bordering the course. They found their way to the main drive, and as they walked up the gravel path they saw a pair of patio doors, wide open, one of them having a gaping hole in one pane.

They peered inside the room to see the remains of an expensive-looking china vase, and amongst the fragments lay the guilty ball.

"Come in." Came a deep voice from within the room. The couple entered gingerly and seated on the large leather sofa was an eastern-looking, bearded and pony-tailed man dressed in loose silk clothing.

The husband began to apologise and make offers of making good the breakages, but the bearded man interrupted.

"Pay it no heed. Indeed, you have my gratitude. I am in fact a genie, and that vessel has been my prison for the last thousand years. As a further token of my thanks, I will grant each of you your heart's desire - you have but to name it."

The wife asks for "a nice holiday home in every country in the world". The more materialistic husband asks for "a Ferrari and enough money to live the high-life for the rest of my days."

"I will grant these wishes, but at a small price. As you may appreciate, after one thousand years, I have had certain appetites that have gone unsated. In payment, I ask for two hours with your wife in the bedroom."

The woman isn't sure and asks her husband for reassurance. "Well, darling, to get all those nice things, I think it's a small price to pay. But it's your body and your decision. I'll fully respect whatever choice you make."

The woman consents and she retires upstairs with the stranger. Over the next two hours he has his wild passionate way with her many times, in a real-life reproduction of the Karma Sutra.

As the two hours elapses, and the woman lies exhausted on the bed, the stranger strokes her hair.

"May I ask how old you are?"

"Thirty-six" she pants.

"Really? And you still believe in genies?"

[grotbag]

ah the old ones are the best!

[druidsam]

Originally Posted by grotbag

ah the old ones are the best!

and they dont get much older than that one



.........................Sam

Originally Posted by druidsam

and they dont get much older than that one



.........................Sam

i totally agree. hehe.