Two partiers were lost, adrift in the fog on a large lake in a small inflatable rubber raft. The weekend had been going great until the fire. They had boarded at Lake Powell Houseboat Rentals with the others, and a wild two days of drinking and carrying on ensued. It turned out to be a bad idea to let Frankie cook those steaks, because before you know it, the whole house boat was on fire. A wild rush ensued to get off the boat. Now they were adrift and didn’t even know if the others had made it away before the boat sank. They had no food, and no idea where they were in the fog. Steve was even more depressed because he didn’t have time to get the Blue Beaver Beer out of the fridge.
Johnny pulled part of a broken glass lamp out of his backpack and started rubbing it. “Hey, where’d you get that busted lamp?” Steve asked suspiciously. “The guy that sold me this Tiffany lamp said there was a genie in it,” Johnny answered. Steve snorted a laugh, but Johnny kept rubbing. Sure enough, out popped a big blue genie, his smoky body floating in the fog above the lake.
“I can answer one wish today, I’m kinda pressed for time,” the magical creature said with a bored look on his face. Without hesitation, Steve said, “I wish the lake was made out of beer!”
Amazingly enough, the entire lake was transformed into drinkable beer. The genie vanished in a puff of smoke. All was silent except for the lapping of the beer against the side of the rubber raft. The two men looked out into the fog and considered their circumstances. Steve dipped out a handful of delicious beer.
Johnny looked disgustedly at Steve, and there was a long, painful silence. Then he said, “Way to go, moron. Now we have to pee in the boat!”