I was a biology teacher, and now I am a homeless man, thanks to a nasty divorce. Anthony was going through a garbage can when he came across an old, battered lamp.
He fought, and it might be worth a few dollars in scrap.
He gave it a robin tried to clean it up and getting some of the old gunk and shit off it.
No sooner had he started rubbing it they puffer smoke came out of the twisted spout and in front of him study genie.
He fought to himself have got to stop drinking meth.
The Genie spoke to him in a gruff but strong voice and thanked him for releasing him from the one.
He said he would grant him one wish and one wish only for doing so.
Without thinking, he said I wish I could be like Mrs Reyes down the street, a middle-aged, beautiful, with a good Life, no worries.
The Genie nodded and said Your wishes are my command.
A second later, the Genie disappeared, and so did the lamp.
He went to sleep in his cardboard box underneath the bridge.
The next morning, he awoke in a comfortable bed and warm room. Nobody that was soft, female and very top-heavy.
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