Moffie was walking along the road one day when he came across an old lamp. Hanging on tightly to his zimmer-frame, Moffie reached down and picked the lamp up. He gave it a rub and the poor old coot nearly had a heart attack when a genie suddenly appeared.
The genie thanked Moffie for freeing him after many centuries and told him he could have three wishes.
"Three wishes, you say?" Said Moffie . . . ""Hmmmmmm . . . let me think . . . okay, for my first wish, I'd like to be taller than Dave."
There was a puff of smoke. When the smoke cleared, to Moffie's great joy, his bald pate had risen through his comb-over and he was half a foot taller.
"That's fantastic", said Moffie, "I'm finally taller than Dave! Oh joy! Okay, now for my second wish . . . let me think . . . you know, I really hate black people. Tell me genie, can you wipe all the black people off the face of the earth?"
There was another puff of smoke and the genie said "Your wish has been granted, all the black people have been wiped off the planet. What is your third wish?"
Moffie replied, "So hang on, you're telling me that I'm now taller than Dave and there are no more black people on earth?"
The genie nodded, "Yes, now what is your third wish?"
"Gee," said Moffie, "I'm taller than Dave and the black people are all gone . . . well, then I guess I'll just have a coke!"
