A man finds a dusty old lamp. While he’s polishing it up (as usually happens in jokes like this), a genie appears.
‘For freeing me from the lamp, I grant you three wishes. And no - you can’t wish for addition wishes, so don’t even go there.’
The man thinks for a moment and says, ‘I wish you couldn’t count.’
‘Granted! Now, how many wishes do you have left?’
‘A billion.’
‘Hmm…that sounds about right.’
Boru
‘For freeing me from the lamp, I grant you three wishes. And no - you can’t wish for addition wishes, so don’t even go there.’
The man thinks for a moment and says, ‘I wish you couldn’t count.’
‘Granted! Now, how many wishes do you have left?’
‘A billion.’
‘Hmm…that sounds about right.’
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson