Bill Oakes
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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.
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ctown28
Huntsman
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Nov-27-2008 08:05
Dave, you don't have to cook Thanksgiving dinner this year. Instead you will be going out for a meal. Luckily for you, there are several restaurants open for the Holiday and you end up going to McDonalds. It's not all bad though, you are able to supersize that Big Mac combo meal! Bone apetit!
I wish the days of vaudeville would return
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Breitkat
Pinball Amateur
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Dec-6-2008 15:26
Dunno where you and Golduck have been, but you're a bit off course here. But, in the spirit of fair play....
*KAZAAM*
Planet Earth now has a population of...One. That's right, Vous. And only, Vous. You spend the first week of your new life celebrating in your solitary splendor. Then, you suddenly start realizing, it's just a little bit lonely round here. No friends, no enemies. Hell, no pizza delivery guys when you need them. You decide to set out on a trek to look for another human being. ANY person will do. And spend the next fifteen years searching without success. Over those fifteen loooooooooong years, you gradually go more and more barmy, talking to yourself, creating imaginary friends, and finding couches to have psychiatric sessions on to combat your feelings of isolation and alienation. Too bad they don't work....
Now, Miss Cordelia, strap yerself in tight. No, I mean TIGHT. That Space Shuttle yer on packs a helluva wallop on takeoff. All set? Okay, here we go!!
Countdown!!
T Minus
5-
4-
3-
2-
1-
And BLASTOFF!!!
Whew, those rockets do glare red, don't they?? ;-)
Anyway, you get into outer orbit safely. Now, it's time to meet your fellow space tourists, err, crewmates!! Please say hallo to: Why, it's CRUNCHPATTY!! (Who'da thunk that one? ;-) And for our second bedlamite....say g'day to...BECKY!! (Yeah, I know, I'm truly evil. ;-D )
So, you three survivors of the cosmonaut kind land at the International Space Station for three lovely, fun-filled months of frivolity, hair-pulling, and other general all-around torture. Just think of all the catfights you three can get into in three months!! (Kinda makes shudders run down the spine, doesn't it? ;-) Just think, you coulda chosen Tahiti. Y'all have fun now!! Dosvidanya!! ;-D
And for me, I wish it snows in San Francisco for Christmas!! ;-D
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