So my mother is going shopping. "Get some laundry detergent,' I says.
She comes back later on in the day with a few bag fulls of groceries and what?
A lamp.
Wtf!
"Where's the detergent?"
"I couldn't carry it," she says.
Why couldn't she carry it?
Well, cuz she's carrying a bloody lamp. There's no room for this lamp in the apt. None whatsoever!
But she likes the way it looks. Well that's good, cuz no one else is ever going to see the bloody thing.
That's my extra mini-rant for today.
So, did ya hear?
I gots a lamp.
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Is it a magic lamp? Maybe if you rub it a genie that sounds like Robin Williams will pop out. And then the Genie will grant you 3 wishes and you wish for more room for the lamp. And it happens, but of course there's a price, the space that was made for the lamp was the space that had your fridge. You realize that the wishes come true but as a result something bad happens. Of course you blame the Genie. And want to get back at him. But how... how...? You decide to wish the genie free. But first you bring the lamp near the Portage Ave RCMP building. Then you use a wish the Genie free. He tells you thanks but you still have one wish and that he has to fulfill the last one before he is officially set free. You had anticipated this. That this would be the negative exchange for the wish. You tell the Genie to follow you. You walk towards the RCMP building and then start up the stairs. Just before the reach the top of the stairs you make your final wish. Genie, I wish you were a hog-tied Osama Bin Laden. The Genie is shocked but has to do as commanded. And poof, Osama is tied up on top of the stairs and you deliver him to the RCMP and collect the $25 million US dollar reward. Thinking that you had out smarted the Genie and you had gotten the reward and would see no negative response from the wish you happily take your reward home. About a year later as you’re filling out your taxes you discover a box that asks for your lottery winnings or rewards. You enter in your $25 Mill and complete the rest of your tax form. In the end you realize that you owe the government 100 grand. But having spent all your money on clothes from Danali you no longer can be able to pay the tax that you owe. You declare bankruptcy and avoid going to jail. But as a result you have to be more frugal. You could of course return all the clothes which you still haven’t wore but that would mean you’d give back that other set of summer cardigans that Patrick would probably take off your hands. So your force to make sacrifices, like RC cola, ramen noodles, 1 ply toilet paper, and low rent no name brand detergent. The moral of this story is that nice looking magic lamps are great but when you need good detergent there’s nothing like Tide. Thus end one of the many tales of Sandeep and his magic lamp.
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