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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-26-2010 18:16

You're you. Unfortunately, you're Sir William Weine.

I wish that for every sleuth dollar I earned, a real dollar was electronically deposited in my bank account, and that the bank, government, and anyone else would not do anything about it.

May-27-2010 12:33

Wish granted! All of it happens. Unfortunately, during the granting process, the only way to stop everyone from doing anything about it was to, erm, make them commit suicide. The next day, you watch helplessly as your family dies all around you. To make you forget, you turn on the telly. Just as the presenter of the 8AM news shoots himself. Sweating, you leave the house for the newsagent for the local paper. The newsagent is slumped over the counter. You then have to go to the nearest ATM machine for a couple bucks. It malfunctions. You dial tech support. The line is dead. You decide to go to the bank. The teller isn't there. You now have no way of taking your money out of the bank. Although you can just take everything now, five days later you catch a bug. No doctor. You realize it's serious. You PANIC!!! NO-ONE CAN CALM YOUR SCREAMING FIT! You feel very ill. Soon you stab yourself... in the arm with a hypodermic needle hoping it's the right vaccine. It isn't.

I wish people would write on this thread more often.

May-29-2010 11:53

Wish granted. Unfortunatey it fills up with marketing people trying to sell you things you don't need, campaigners trying to persuade you to vote for politicans you have never heard of, several BGT contestants who have none, adverts for sitcoms about sheep, and a man who wants to demonstrate the tricks he can do with his spots and ask why he can't get a girl friend.

I wish I had a better job.

May-30-2010 17:17

You get that better job! But then you discover that although the "job" is better, the people you work with are worse - way worse. Hate that grass is greener thing.

I wish my family lived closer.

May-31-2010 07:14

Your entire family moves into the house next door. It's great that you can see them more often, but you're getting concerned - it's a bit overcrowded in there. After all, your third cousin Ethel's just had triplets, your brother-in-law's nephew Ronnie has just married a trapeze artist with the intention of breeding an entire acrobatic troupe, and Great-Aunt Hilda has one heck of a lot of cats. Luckily the house over the road comes vacant, but the family is still turning out to be a lot bigger than you thought. By the time your fifth cousin once removed has turned up and parked his Winnebago on the lawn and his sister has opened a hairdressing salon in the garage, you're beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea. Then your nephew takes up the trombone, your 85-year-old Uncle Ernie takes up rollerblading, and your second cousin's daughter takes up with an encyclopedia salesman. You decide to move to Pitcairn Island.

I wish my ears weren't blocked.

May-31-2010 07:28

Not only are your ears unblocked, but your ESP ears are openned as well. And my goodness is it noisy! Seems filtering is not an option and you begin to reeeeeaaaally appreciate just how good God is if He can listen to all of this and not decide to summarily silence humanity.

I wish I could fly.

Jun-1-2010 02:42

GRANTED!! You CAN fly. Unfortunately, the wish/granting machine could only find one way... You are now an airplane. You are in sudden pain as your heart turns into the engine, Your arms become wings, your intestines are metal pipes and even your stomach acid becomes airplane fuel. However, you cannot fly without a pilot (queue cries of disappointment from audience). Your pilot, regretfully, is a trainee. Oh, also, you're mindless and can't tell him how to pilot you. You crash.

I wish I had twice as much money.

Jun-4-2010 12:11

Presto! You have twice as much money. Wonderful, except it comes in the form of Agentine pesos in an Argentine bank and your ex-girlfriend finds out about it and she is now "close" to Hugo Chavez, who "nationalizes" your account and turns it over to her. Don't you just hate it?

I wish my work was more fun.

Jun-7-2010 18:02

*** sprinkles pixie dust***

Peter your wish has been granted. Work is soooo much fun you just can't stop laughing. I mean on the floor, crying laughing. You laugh so hard that you broke 4 ribs and developed severe dry eye syndrome.

I wish I knew how to plum a wall.

Jun-13-2010 09:24

GRANTED! The wish machine will now turn every wall you touch into a plum. You only find out when you're in the supermarket queue and you lean against the wall and then you wake up in the hospital. Then, you wondered what happened and where all your shopping's gone. You feel the smooth hospital wall and, being in the corner, you decide to feel the other one when the first one disappears. Soon, you are in another hospital. As it is, your bed was on wheels and you slid off into space. Clean off the 19th floor. In your next hospital, you recover! As you wait in reception for a copy of your medical record, a pal turns up and challenges you to a race. you touch off from one wall, slam into the opposite one, and lean against a third. Once these three have become tiny purple fruits, you realize that the fourth wall is leaning forward... you run to push against its weight and keep it back... and seventeen floors of medical patients land slap bang on your cranium.

Ouch.

I wish people would be kinder to each other.