Low_Roads
4th Level Black Feather
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Following a dramatic escape from a burning freight vessel, two Irishmen found themselves adrift at sea in a tiny lifeboat. They rummaged through the boat's meager provisions, and one of them stumbled across an old bottle.
Hoping for one final taste of hooch before he died, the fellow uncorked the bottle. To his amazement, a cloud of smoke billowed out and formed itself into the figure of an exotic young lady.
"You have just unleashed the genie of the bottle," she seductively intoned. "You may now demand of me one wish. Anything you desire... all you need do is ask."
Unexpectedly, salvation seemed at hand. But without a moment's hesitation, the man blurted out:
"Saints be praised! I want ya's should turn the entire ocean into beer!"
The genie snapped her fingers, and the surrounding waves suddenly changed into an ocean of fine malt ale. She then immediately vanished into thin air. The two men stared fixedly into the frothing brew which surrounded them.
"Nice work, yer flamin' idjit!" the other castaway raged. "I s'pose yer know what this means!'
"Not a'tall," the first man blustered. "S'pose ya tell me."
"It means," his companion replied, "that now we have ta pee in the boat!"
Hoping for one final taste of hooch before he died, the fellow uncorked the bottle. To his amazement, a cloud of smoke billowed out and formed itself into the figure of an exotic young lady.
"You have just unleashed the genie of the bottle," she seductively intoned. "You may now demand of me one wish. Anything you desire... all you need do is ask."
Unexpectedly, salvation seemed at hand. But without a moment's hesitation, the man blurted out:
"Saints be praised! I want ya's should turn the entire ocean into beer!"
The genie snapped her fingers, and the surrounding waves suddenly changed into an ocean of fine malt ale. She then immediately vanished into thin air. The two men stared fixedly into the frothing brew which surrounded them.
"Nice work, yer flamin' idjit!" the other castaway raged. "I s'pose yer know what this means!'
"Not a'tall," the first man blustered. "S'pose ya tell me."
"It means," his companion replied, "that now we have ta pee in the boat!"