What were you expecting? A cookie? I’m afraid there’s no reward here.

So one day, as I was walking in the woods, I found an old whiskey bottle. I couldn’t read the label, so I rubbed the dirt off, and out came a genie. Now this genie was no ordinary genie. He was a Black Sea Albino genie.
These types only grant one wish. But there are no rules, other than wishing for more wishes. You can have anything you want.
So I wished for a bottle of whiskey.

That night, I went to sleep. Nothing else happened. Just went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up. I went to work. Crashed the forklift on a pillar.
Then I went home. I was out of gas, so I took the forklift. Sadly, it got stuck in the mud on my driveway, so I couldn’t bring it back.
I ate me a light supper, consisting of mussels, sauerkraut, fish sticks, pickled eggs, and a dessert of whiskey.

I watched Spirited Away again for the millionth time. I think I have a problem.

Then I went to sleep. The end.





Or is it?