*A gas fan is walking through the desert when he stumbles across a battered, golden lamp*
Gas Fan: It couldn't be, could it? Oh what the hell, I'll try it.
*And so he gives the lamp a rub. Sure enough, a genie pops out of the spout*
Genie: Greetings. I am the genie who was, but no longer is, in the lamp. I am here to give you three wishes, and I shall make them all come true. Off you go old chap - Shopping list please!
*The gas fan thinks for a moment, and comes up a first wish*
Gas Fan: O.K Genie, my first wish is that I could win the lottery next week. Actually, not the Lottery but the Euro millions, and in two weeks, on a rollover.
Genie: Your wish has been granted. Whatever numbers you pick shall make you rich. Next?
Gas Fan: Right, I've got this one. I would like, with my money, to form a record label and become a hugely succesful businessman AND singer, earning several million a year
Genie: No problems mate. Third wish now, but listen carefully. There is one catch: the third wish has to be for someone other than yourself
*The gas fan's face falls. He was hoping to assure himself of a long life by dropping his age back 10 years, but without losing any memories. However, he quickly thinks of a suitable use of his final wish*
Gas Fan: Right, I've got it. I'd like to use this wish for my sister. You see, she's an ugly one, and she's never going to get married. I'd like for her to become beautiful, and able to have any man she wants. Look, here's a picture of her."
*He takes out his wallet and shows the genie the picture of his sister*
Genie: Bloody hell matey, I may be a magic genie, but I'm not a miracle worker. Now, I don't usually do this, but I'll let you re-request your third wish
*The gas fan looks sad, but suddenly inspiration hits him*
Gas Fan: Alright then, can you make sure Bristol Rovers win the league this season please?
*There is a long pause*
Genie: Show me that picture again, will you?