Three wishes ............ ......... ......

An Arab had spent many days crossing the desert without finding a source of
water. It got so bad that his camel died of thirst.

He crawled through the sands, certain that he was breathing his last
breath, when suddenly, he saw a shiny object sticking out of the sand
several yards ahead of him.

He crawled to the object, pulled it out of the sand, and discovered that he
had a Manischewitz wine bottle.

It appeared that there may be a drop or two left in the bottle, so he
unscrewed the top, and out popped a genie. BUT this was no ordinary genie.
This genie appeared to be a Chasidic Rabbi, complete with black alpaca coat,
black hat, side curls, and tzitzis.

"Vell kid," said the genie, "you know how it voiks. You got three vishes."

"I'm not going to trust you,' says the Arab. "I'm not going to trust a
Jewish genie!"

"Vott'ya you got to lose? Looks ta me - you're a gonner anyvay!"

The Arab thought about this for a minute, and decided that the genie was
right. "Okay, I wish I were in a lush oasis, with plentiful food and
drink."

** * * * * * * P O O F * * * * * * * * *

The Arab found himself in the most beautiful oasis he had ever seen and he
was surrounded with jugs of wine and platters of delicacies.

"Okee-dokee kiddo, vat's your second vish?"

"My second wish is that I were rich beyond my wildest dreams."

** * * * * * P O O F * * * * * * * * *

The Arab found himself surrounded by treasure chests filled with rare old
coins and precious gems.

"Okay kid, you got just vone more vish. Better you should make it a good
vone!"

After thinking for a few minutes, the Arab says, "I wish that no matter
where I go, beautiful women will always need and want me!"

** * * * * * * * P O O F * * * * * *
He was turned into a tampon.

THE MORAL OF THE STORY:

If you're an Arab doing business with a Jewish genie, there's going to be
a string attached.