My dad told me this one. “Oh no, you didn’t just say that!”
Shocked, the man could only stare at his wife.
“Baby doll, honey butt, sugar lips, what did I do now?”
Infuriated, she locked herself in the bathroom.
“Mama was right, you’ll never comprehend a woman’s needs. Get out and don’t come back until you understand why I feel the way I feel!”
“Honey booboo, let’s not spend our honeymoon fighting.”She answered with the sound of crashing of glass. He hurried out of their ocean-front bungalow and started down the beach. After a few miles, he saw something golden, half buried in the sand. It was an ancient oil lamp. Excited, he washed it clean in the ocean and then dried it on his shirt. Suddenly, the lamp started to vibrate, smoke billowed and a genie appeared from thin air.
“I am the genie of the lamp. You are permitted one wish. I can make you rich beyond your wildest dreams, or give you a harem. But alas, there are limits to what I can do. I cannot grant what is impossible, or force love where it does not already exist.”“Hey, I thought I’d get three wishes!”
“That is my cousin, Siam. I am but a humble genie. Please make your wish.”The man thought for a moment.
“Cause time to go back two hours, to before my wife got angry with me.”
“Forgive me master, but time travel is impossible. Please, choose again.”
The man scratched his head as he thought. Then his face lit up.
“I know. We came here to Hawaii on a jet, but I hate flying. I get seasick too, so I hate boats also. I want you to build a bridge from California to Hawaii!”
The genie’s eyes widened like dinner plates.
“Alas, you know not what you ask. I am but a humble genie. This task is impossible! The ocean is very deep. It would need to hold up against hurricanes and tsunamis. The distance is so great that there would need to be hotels, gas stations and rest stops along the way. Master, you must make another wish!”
Frustrated, the man scratched his head as he thought long and hard. Then a smile came to his lips.
“I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before. Genie, I want you to make me so that I understand women. Why do they do the things they do, think the way they think and feel the way they feel?”
The genie’s jaw dropped open, and he stood speechless for a slow count to ten before he answered.
“So would that be four or six lanes?”