The Genie Grants You a Wish. What Is It?
Well, first it is a wish for endless wishes.
I mean, come on.
That is the obvious answer. If the genie is dumb enough to offer you one wish, why would you waste it on just one?
Next, I guess, on a lark, like George Costanza, I would want to be Buck Naked and become an adult-film star.
Since George and I have something in common, namely being chubby, balding guys who probably weren’t exactly the first choice for the cover of GQ, that would have to be one hell of a wish.
Otherwise, we’d end up in some very strange and highly specialized category.
And nobody wants to explain that search history.
But seriously, I wouldn’t wish for money, fame, or immortality.
I’ve never understood the fascination with immortality anyway. Imagine having to listen to the same people complain for 500 years.
No thanks.
What I really want is much simpler.
I want to eat whatever the hell I want, have perfect health and perfect blood tests, and maintain the body of Adonis.
That’s it.
I am already happier than a naked schoolboy roaming the countryside.
I just need the body.
Apparently, even a genie has limits.
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Well, first it is a wish for endless wishes.
I mean, come on.
That is the obvious answer. If the genie is dumb enough to offer you one wish, why would you waste it on just one?
Next, I guess, on a lark, like George Costanza, I would want to be Buck Naked and become an adult-film star.
Since George and I have something in common, namely being chubby, balding guys who probably weren’t exactly the first choice for the cover of GQ, that would have to be one hell of a wish.
Otherwise, we’d end up in some very strange and highly specialized category.
And nobody wants to explain that search history.
But seriously, I wouldn’t wish for money, fame, or immortality.
I’ve never understood the fascination with immortality anyway. Imagine having to listen to the same people complain for 500 years.
No thanks.
What I really want is much simpler.
I want to eat whatever the hell I want, have perfect health and perfect blood tests, and maintain the body of Adonis.
That’s it.
I am already happier than a naked schoolboy roaming the countryside.
I just need the body.
Apparently, even a genie has limits.
Thanks for reading BeingKevin.
In a world built on scrolling past everything in seconds, I genuinely appreciate you stopping here for a moment. If the post gave you something to think about, made you laugh, or even made you disagree, I’d love to hear from you in the comments. A quick rating helps, too, and goes a long way toward supporting the site. And if you’d like to help keep BeingKevin going, a small tip is always appreciated — never expected, but deeply valued. Thanks again for being here
Thanks for reading BeingKevin.
In a world built on scrolling past everything in seconds, I genuinely appreciate you stopping here for a moment. If the post gave you something to think about, made you laugh, or even made you disagree, I’d love to hear from you in the comments. A quick rating helps, too, and goes a long way toward supporting the site. And if you’d like to help keep BeingKevin going, a small tip is always appreciated — never expected, but deeply valued. Thanks again for being here
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