>A guy is strolling down the street in London where he comes across an old
>lamp. He picks it up, rubs it vigorously, and out pops a genie. The genie
>offers to grant him one wish, to which the guy replies "I've always wanted
>to
>be lucky." The genie grants his wish.
>
>So off the bloke strolls, wondering how this will change his life, when he
>spies 10 quid on the footpath. Not a bad start he thinks. As he picks it
up,
>he notices a Ladbrokes betting shop across the road. He strolls over, looks
>through the racing lists, and sees a horse named Lucky Lad at 100/1 in the
>4th at Ascot. He puts the 10 quid on the nose, and what do you know, the
>horse bolts in.
>
>Feeling on a bit of a roll, he heads to the local illegal casino, fronts up
>at the roulette table and puts the whole 1010 quid on "Lucky seven." Round
>and round the wheel spins, and "bang!" - Lucky Seven. Now he's really
>flying....what better way to celebrate than to head to the local Soho
>brothel
>for a bit of horizontal folk dancing.
>
>He knocks and enters, when all of a sudden he is showered with streamers
and
>handed a glass of champagne. The madam of the establishment puts her arm
>around him and says, Welcome sir! We have much pleasure in informing you
>that
>you are our lucky 1000th customer, and you have won the right to enjoy the
>pleasures on offer from any girl who works here, absolutely free of
charge."
>The bloke says that he's always fancied making it with an Indian girl....so
>he's ushered into one of the rooms when in strolls the most gorgeous
>subcontinental gal he has ever seen.
>
>Not much time passes before clothing is strewn around the room and the
Karma
>Sutra (pp 101 to 532) is being well and truly tested. At one point the guy
>pauses and says to the girl, "You are one of the most beautiful women I've
>ever seen in my life. I can't believe how lucky I am. But there is one
thing
>I don't really like about Indian women. I don't like that red spot that you
>all have on your forehead." The Indian girl looks him in the eye and says,
>"Sir, I am here to please you and succumb to your every desire. If you wish
>to see it gone, then please scratch off my caste mark." So the bloke goes
at
>it with his fingernail. All of a sudden he leans back and starts killing
>himself laughing. "What's wrong, what's wrong?" asks the Indian girl.
>
>To which the bloke replies, "You're never going believe this, but I've just
>won a frigging car!"
>
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