A peasant woman in the Soviet Union found an old lantern one day. And she started to polish it. And a genie appeared in a cloud of magical smoke. The genie looked at the woman, and in a booming voice, said, “I will grant you one wish, and it can be anything at all.”
And the woman said, “I wish my neighbor’s cow would die.”
Foreskin thank you for highlighting what a truly petty person you are.
