THERE WERE THREE GUYS ON THIS ISLAND. A POLISH, AN AMERICAN, AND A GERMAN.
ONE DAY A BOTTLE WASHED UP ON SHORE, AND OUT POPPED A GENIE. HE SAID I WILL
NOW GRANT YOU EACH A WISH. THE AMERICAN WISHED TO BE BACK FUCKING HIS WIFE.
THE GERMAN SAID YEAH, THAT SOUNDS GOOD I WANT THE SAME. POOF THEY WERE GONE.
YOU ARE THE LAST SAID THE GENIE, WHAT DO YOU WANT? "WELL, I AM KIND OF
LONELY...I WISH THE OTHER GUYS WERE BACK HERE."
