Two fags are holding hands, walking on the beach, when one of them trips and falls.
There, sticking out of the sand, is a Genie Lamp. Thinking how divine it would look on the mantle, he begins dusting it off.
POOF! A flash of light, a puff of smoke, and out pops the Genie of the Lamp.
"Greetings….thank you for freeing me from my prison; for this, I will grant you one wish; but only one, so choose carefully."
The two faggots put their heads together and consider their choices. Finally, one asks, "Can we think it over?"
"That is permissible;" the Genie says. "But remember: choose carefully. Farewell." With that, he’s gone.
Later that night, the two queers are in bed, doing their queer thing, when all at once, there are all these engines revving and tires squealing. Headlights play across the walls, and all these Klansmen, dressed in full robes and hoods, come crashing in through doors and windows, grab the two naked fags and drag them outside.
They throw them in the back of a beat up old pickup truck, and take them out deep into the woods.
There, two ropes are thrown up over a branch, and nooses are placed over the fags heads.
One fag looks at the other and says, "Think we should use that wish now?"
The other looks kind of embarrassed and says,
"I think I already did, when I wished we were both hung like niggers."