A couple went golfing one day at a very, very
> >exclusive course lined with million dollar homes.
> >On the third tee, the husband cautioned, "Honey,
> > be careful when you drive. If we break one of those windows
> > it'll cost us a fortune to repair."
> > Of course, she tee'd off and promptly
> > shanked it right through the window of the
> > biggest house on the course.
> > The husband cringed, "I warned you to watch
> > out...now we'll have to go up there and apologize and see
> > how much that lousy drive is going to cost."
> > They walked up, knocked on the door, and a warm
> > voice said, "Come on in."
> > When they opened the door they saw glass all over
> > the place and a broken antique bottle lying on its side
> > near the broken window.
> > A man reclining on the couch said, "Are you the
> > people that broke the window?"
> > "Uh yeah, we're sure sorry about that" the husband replied.
> > "Oh, no apology is necessary. Actually I want to
> > thank you. You see, I'm a genie, and I've been trapped in
> > that bottle for a thousand years. Now that you've released me,
> > I'm allowed to grant three wishes. I'll give you each one
> > wish, and I'll keep the last one for myself."
> >
> >"Wow, that's great!" the husband said. He pondered a
> > moment and blurted out, "I'd like a million dollars a
> > year for the rest of my life."
> >
> > "No problem, you've got it, it's the least I can
> > do. And now you, young lady, what do you want?" the
> > genie asked looking at the wife.
> >
> > "I'd like to own a gorgeous home complete with
> > servants in every country in the world" she said.
> >
> > "Consider it done," the genie said.
> >
> > "And now," they both asked in unison, "what's
> > your wish, genie?"
> >
> > "Well, since I've been trapped in that bottle and
> > haven't been with a woman in a thousand years, my wish is
> > to have sex with your wife." The husband looked at this wife and
> > said, "Gee, honey, you know we both now have a fortune, and all
> > those houses. What do you think?"
> >
> > She mulled it over for a few moments and said,
> > "You know, you're right. Considering all that, I guess I wouldn't
> mind."
> >
> > The genie and the woman went upstairs where he
> > ravished her for the rest of the afternoon. Both
> > satisfied each other repeatedly, and afterwards, as the genie
> > rolled over he looked at the wife and asked, "Tell me, how old
> > are you and your husband?"
> >
> > "Why, we're both 35" she responded breathlessly.
> >
> > "Thirty-five years old and you both still believe in genies?"
>
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I've just got to say that this piece clearly demonstrates that, yes,
> there
> >> are differences in perceptual horizons between men and women
> >>
> >>
> >> > Remember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus"? Well,
> >> > here's a prime example offered by an English professor at Southern
> >> > Methodist University, English 44A, SMU, Creative Writing, Prof.
Miller.
> >> > In-class Assignment for Wednesday: "Today we will experiment with a
> >> > new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person
> >> > will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right.
> One
> >> > of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story. The
> partner
> >> > will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the
> >> > story.
> >> > "The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back
and
> >> > forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order
to
> >> > keep the story coherent. The story is over when both agree a
conclusion
> >> > has been reached."
> >> >
> >> > The following was actually turned in by two students, Rebecca [last
> >> > name deleted] and Gary [last name deleted]:
> >> >
> >> > (First paragraph by Rebecca)
> >> >
> >> > At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The
> >> > chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home,
now
> >> > reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that
he
> >> > liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her
> mind
> >> > off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought
about
> >> > him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out
> of
> >> > the question.
> >> >
> >> > (Second paragraph by Gary)
> >> >
> >> > Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack
> squadron<
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