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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.

May-19-2009 15:47

I wish I knew what I wanted to do with my life outside of solving murders.

May-23-2009 19:08

You stare and stare at the Wishing Pool, hoping that inspiration will come and help you decide what to do with your life besides solving murders. Pennies, dimes, quarters, even Susan B. Anthony's haven't worked either. Will direction EVER come?

Suddenly, the Fairy Godmother comes along and finds you clueless. "What?" she exclaims. "You want to do something with your life besides solving murders??! Have I got a deal for you!" One tap of the wand, and whadda ya know, you find yourself decked out with your very own pink tutu and wand, flitting from place to place granting wishes to everyone under the sun (including Crunch Patty). The Fairy Godmother enjoys a truly deserved vacation lasting for the rest of your life. Too bad there's no genie's lamp to rub and get out of this one.

I wish this whole week was over and I didn't have to do one final move. I'd much rather be on the beach, sipping Mai Tais. Oh Clint, got one for ya!

May-24-2009 18:36

That's so sweet! You wished for Clint to be on a beach somewhere sipping Mai Tais! Because of your kindheartedness not only are you going to have the joy of the final move but you also get to do all of Clint's work for the week. Lucky you! What a good friend you are.

I wish that I had an aardvark named lintball who would recite naughty limmericks whenever I'm down.

Jun-10-2009 15:54

A moderator doesbt delete the post but instead I do....muhahahahahahaha HA! Just kidding

I wish I had a magical pony named Charlie

Jun-14-2009 14:28

To Honey Op:
Surprise! You open your clothes dryer and discover that the kids have stashed their latest pet there, because Mom won't find it there, of course. After telling the kids to stash their pet under the bed next time, you extract the aardvark and dub him with a suitable name -- What else? Lintball! You set him to work on the fireant hill you found next to the mailbox and in return you discover that Lintball actually likes hanging around your place. Although, he is less enthusiastic about being around your kids until they start sneaking him brownies. A couple of days later, you are having a bad day and take refuge on your porch, watching Lintball devour the little red buggers from hell. To your surprise, Lintball comes over to the first step, looks up at you and begins reciting a limerick made up just for you:

The maid was a-bluster, around with a duster,
Was really a-fluster a-dusting a bust.
But when she had dusted,
The bust it was busted;
The bust, it was dust - that was all.
(appropriated from http://www.ebearing.com/break/limericks.htm)

You are just thrilled that not only does someone appreciate you enough to recite limericks to you, but that someone is an aardvark that can TALK!

Unfortunately, your kids find out about your marvelous new pet's skill and take him to school for show and tell. The teacher calls the authorities to report an aardvark that seems to have weird vocalizations at random intervals. Lintball is transported to a zoo, only to disappear into a research lab and never be seen again. You are crushed, but every so often a zoo guy will come on one of the late night talk shows and recite limericks that could only have come from your aardvark. Lintball lives!

Jun-14-2009 15:03

Now your turn Whyme?:

Surprise! You open your front door one day to find a cute little 12 hand pony munching on your irises and roses. How marvelous--your greatest wish has come true! You decide to name him (yes, it's a him) Charlie; Frank or Bert just don't seem to have the same ring to them. Without delay you go out and buy a halter, a saddle and of course a set of spurs. You extricate Charlie from the rose patch and set him to work on your lawn (it has needed a good mow for quite a while).

You are all outfitted to join the rodeo circuit until you realize that you are just a wee bit too big to ride the poor guy. A 12 hand high pony can only accommodate a rider that is about 80 pounds, and you passed that mark when you were a teenager. Nuts.

Speaking of which, as you are working with your prized pony, you find out that he REALLY likes peanut butter. To him, it's better than bubble gum and it's fun to watch him try to get that out of his teeth. Sadly, he begins to consume more and more of it. One jar per day, then two, then he's up to one per session. Also, he begins to be a little more discriminating as to the taste of his treat. Generics no longer will do; then Jiff and Skippy no longer fill the bill, he puts his nose up at the stirred kind too. He graduates to boutique brands that cost an arm and a leg (or rather a mane and a tail) to procure. Soon he is literally eating you out of house and home.

This madness has to stop. You realize your prized pony is addicted to peanut butter. You decide that he has to go into rehab and you send him off to the same facility that Paris Hilton is presently incarcerated in (Yes Ace she still lives). You get your pet back clean and sober for his peanut butter. You are ecstatic!

You wake up one day ready to go have fun with your pet only to find that out of desperation, Secret Squirrel has broken into your paddock and made off with your saddle, your spurs and your prized pony. Too bad. Those dastardly Sleuth people!

Jun-14-2009 15:04

I wish Breit finds a dog before her birthday!

Jun-14-2009 16:28

She finds a dog BUT the dog eats everything in sight.


I wish I had a convertible

Jun-18-2009 05:26

You get a convertable unicycle.

I wish I didn't fail my first villain hunt.

Jun-18-2009 09:43

You didn't fail it, but you spent all your money the next at the bar buying drinks for everyone.

I wish I had played Phantom of Venice last night.