Three guys have been marooned together on a desert island for years. One day they discover an old bottle half buried in the sand.
They remove the stopper, and our pours a huge cloud of white smoke which coalesces into the form of a genie.
In gratitude for being freed, the genie offers to grant three wishes, one for each man.
The first one knows just what he wants. "I want to be back in Kansas with my wife and children," he says, "on a big farm with a good crop - and no mortgage."
"Granted," says the genie. POOF! The guy vanishes.
The second one thinks for a moment. Then he says, "Okay, I want to be in an Emperors Suite in Las Vegas for life, with two gorgeous women a case of chilled champagne waiting for me there."
"Granted," says the genie again, and POOF! The guy is gone.
The third guy is a little slower than the other two, and not as certain. "I can't decide,' he says after a minute.
"Gee, I miss those guys. I wish they were here."
They remove the stopper, and our pours a huge cloud of white smoke which coalesces into the form of a genie.
In gratitude for being freed, the genie offers to grant three wishes, one for each man.
The first one knows just what he wants. "I want to be back in Kansas with my wife and children," he says, "on a big farm with a good crop - and no mortgage."
"Granted," says the genie. POOF! The guy vanishes.
The second one thinks for a moment. Then he says, "Okay, I want to be in an Emperors Suite in Las Vegas for life, with two gorgeous women a case of chilled champagne waiting for me there."
"Granted," says the genie again, and POOF! The guy is gone.
The third guy is a little slower than the other two, and not as certain. "I can't decide,' he says after a minute.
"Gee, I miss those guys. I wish they were here."