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Sep-15-2006 02:30

This is a very simple and fun game. The first person makes a wish, and each following person finds some way to corrupt the wish and then makes a new wish. For example:

Person 1. I wish I had a dog

Person 2. You have a dog, but it dies the day after you get it

I wish I had a muffin

Person 3: You get a muffin, but you drop it and have to throw it away.

And so on.

Your firt wish to corrupt is this:

I wish I had a new car.

Jun-22-2007 06:27

Weeee-haaaaaw! Shazam! You can run like the wind! Curiously though, you now find that you have a few new things on your wish list, like a lump of sugar and for the tiny man in the tight pants who's literally on your back to loosen the saddle and stop calling you 'Secretariat'.

I wish I was a rock star.

Jun-24-2007 18:13

You are a rock star... in the mediaeval ages. There is no electricity, you have to play your music on piano and not only it sucks but noone can understand why you scream that way. But you are famous anyway, the king cannot stop laughing at you.

I wish I could live in Creta!!!

Jun-24-2007 18:47

You arrive there, but your new house burns down. When you try to return home, you realize that you spent all your money on that house and your transportation. So now you're homeless in Creta.

I wish the man I love would love me back.

Jun-25-2007 08:01

The man you love falls deeply in love with you, but you discover that his snoring is louder than a jet engine on take-off, he frequently wets the bed and he develops a hygene problem that makes him smell of turnips.

I wish Isioni would get a job.

Jun-25-2007 10:32

She gets a job, but it's in a lab where they only handle corrosive chemicals, and she proceeds to melt all her coworkers' faces off.

I wish Brasco wouldn't give such disgusting comparisons.

Jun-25-2007 19:47

He wouldn't, because he finds even uglier ways to comment on you.

I wish a nice poem to be written in my name.

Jun-25-2007 20:36

It was a great poem; an epic ode... pity about the dyslexic author. But hey your friends all look at you sympathetically now, and a few of the lads pat you on the back and give you a knowing 'been there, brother' look of solidarity; and the offers to be come the next pin-up boy for erectile dysfunction, well... they're coming in hot and heavy... err thick and fast... oh lets just say they're very generous indeed :s

I wish my imgination wasn't quite so good...

Jun-25-2007 23:43

oh it's not 'quite so good'...it's flat-out PUMPING! Cause, over at Disney, the imagineers have gotten into the peyote again, and as their test subject, you find yourself pumped so full of Cola-flavoured LSD and curly fries that you never can never write another Viagra joke without trying to work Captain Hook and Peter Pan into it, and you're never *completely* sure whether the Mickey Mouse ears you're suddenly so fond of are 'organic' or 'chin-strap'.

I wish my Donald Duck voice didn't suck.

Jun-26-2007 06:49

*Mekka-lekka hi mekka hiney ho!*

Suddenly it clicks, you can imitate Donald Duck so well, you use it all the time instead of speaking normally. Unfortunately something in your epiglottis packs in and you lose the ability to speak any other way. Your new found talent has an upside, you find a new career as a decoy during hunting season.

I wish we had world peace.

Jun-26-2007 10:27

*spots Brasco's attempt to make a non-corruptable wish - nice try*

We have world peace! It lasts for half an hour on a wet Tuesday in September, and then things return to normal.

I wish there was a way of being at work and at home in bed at the same time.