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A chap is strolling down a London street when
he comes
across an old lamp. He picks it up, rubs it vigorously and out pops
a
genie. The genie offers just one wish, to which the chap replies:
"I've always wanted to be lucky."
Off he strolls, wondering how this can change
his life, when
he spots ten quid on the pavement. Not a bad start...
As he picks up the note, he notices a Ladbroke's
betting
shop across the road. He wanders over and studies the odds - putting
his
ten quid on Lucky Lad, running at Ascot at 100 to one. It bolts
in, of
course.
Feeling that he's obviously on a roll, he heads
for the
nearest casino and puts the 1010 quid on Lucky Seven at the roulette
table. Another win! Now he's really flying!
What better way to celebrate than to head for
the local
brothel for a spot of horizontal folk dancing? He knocks at the
door
and as he enters he is showered with streamers and is handed a glass
of
champagne. The Madame puts her arm around him and says: "Welcome!
You are our lucky 1000th customer and so have won the right to enjoy
the
pleasures on offer from any girl here - absolutely free."
Our chum says he's always fancied making it with
an Indian
girl, so he's ushered into one of the siderooms, where he is greeted
by
the most beautiful subcontinental he's ever seen. The Karma Sutra
(Pages
101 to 532) is soon well and truly tested.
During a pause in the proceedings (there had to
be a pause)
he says to the girl:"I can't believe how lucky I am, but there
is one
thing I don't really like about Indian women. It's that red spot
you have on
your forehead."
The girl gazes into his eyes and replies:"I
am here to
please you, sir, and to succumb to your every desire. If you wish
it
gone, please scratch off my red spot."
The guy goes at it with his fingernail and falls
back roaring with laughter.
The girl, alarmed, asks: "Please, what is
wrong? What is wrong?"
He replies: "You're never going to believe
this, but I've
just won a car."
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