"Blue lamps, red lamps, pink lamps ... why do you have so many lamps, Perry?"
"This is nothing. You should see what I've got in the attic, basement, and storage shed in the back!"
"But why? You could light up half of Las Vegas with that many lamps!"
"Actually I've figured it to be about three-quarters."
"What's the point?"
"Ever since I was a child, I've loved the Arabian Nights. I've always dreamt I would one day find the magical Genie of the Lamp and get my three wishes!"
"But that's a different kind of lamp!"
"Really? No wonder all the genies I've found only gave me two."
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Yes, if you've rubbed as many lamps as I have over the years, you've either gotten a genie or a number of severe electrical shocks, one or the other.
Either way, this week you've also gotten a very respectable and mere 105 words --- close to the magical mark of 100 words --- in my Friday Fictioneers offering in response to the picture prompt above.
If you rub your mouse right here, the other Friday Fictioneers will appear and grant all your fondest wishes. Well, some of them anyways.
Yeah, the clean ones.
