Genie: I will grant you 3 wishes. Me: I wish buffalo hot wings were the healthiest food on earth. G: Sweet. You have 3 wishes left. M: Dont you mean 2? G: Nah, Dawg, that wing wish was tight, I ain’t charging you for that.
ME: I think I have coronavirus, every morning I wake up aching and sick. It usually goes away by the afternoon, but the next day same thing. FRIEND: It’s a hangover. You’re drinking 2 bottles of wine a night in quarantine. ME: My God… wine causes the coronavirus!