A Cowboy’s Wishes…

A modern day cowboy has spent many days crossing the Texas plains without
water. His horse has already died of thirst. He’s crawling through the
sand, certain that he has breathed his last breath, when all of a sudden he
sees an object sticking out of the sand several yards ahead of him. He
crawls to the object, pulls it out of the sand, and discovers what looks to
be an old briefcase.
He opens it and out pops a genie. But this is no ordinary genie. She is
wearing a FEMA (Federal Emergency Management Agency) ID badge and a dull
gray dress. There’s a calculator in her pocketbook. She has a pencil tucked
behind one ear.
“Well, cowboy,” says the genie.. “You know how I work….You have three
“I’m not falling for this.” said the cowboy… “I’m not going to trust a
FEMA genie.” “What do you have to lose? You’ve got no transportation, and
it looks like you’re a goner anyway!” The cowboy thinks about this for a
minute, and decides that the genie is right.”OK!, I wish I were in a lush
oasis with plenty of food and drink.”


The cowboy finds himself in the most beautiful oasis he has ever
seen, and he is surrounded with jugs of wine and platters of delicacies.

“OK, cowpoke, what’s your second wish.”

“My second wish is that I was rich beyond my wildest dreams.”


The cowboy finds himself surrounded by treasure chests filled with rare
gold coins and precious gems. “OK, cowpuncher, you have just one more wish.
Better make it a good one!”After thinking
for a few minutes, the cowboy says… “I wish that no matter where I go,
beautiful women will want and need me.”

He was turned into a tampon.

The moral of the story:
If the government offers you anything, there’s going to be a string


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