Corrupt A Wish
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.
***ZIP ZANG ZONG ZING! Apolla knows everything! Give her knowledge, oh spirits unfurled, let her know everything in the world!***
You know everything in the world, but then you wonder about outside the world. It becomes unbearable, and you then steal a spaceship, and know how to run it, and go search outer space. Then, you become so preoccupied with learning out there, you forget to refuel your ship. You ship runs out of gas and then becomes unresponsive, and you can't turn it away from the giant rock of Cratz that you just discovered. The gravity of the planet pulls you in, and you explode on the surface. The explosion destroys the planet as well, and sends a backlash all the way to Earth, and Earth and the sun and everything explodes as well!
Good going! ;-)
I wish I would sprout wings and be able to fly.
Shwing! Sprout! Noise!
You TOTALLY sprout wings! Sadly, you had to go to the island of Doctor Moreau to get 'em, so they're not so much 'sprouted' as they are 'grafted on'. And unconventionally located too: one on each buttock. They work though, you can fly... but it's all sort of like an airborne doggy-style thing. Fortunately you had a little work done on your ankles while you were there which is handy, cause that's what you're staring at while you hump your way through the friendly skies :)
I wish I had a stylish doggie.
Bippidy-Bobbidy-Bog! You've receeved a dog!
And a very stylish one, is he! In fact, it's soon plain to see;
He's much more stylish than YOU! Horrible, strange, but TRUE!
Soon all the ladies adore your dog! And to them, you're nothing more than a log!
I wish I was better at rhyming with poems!
*@*No need for tears
magick to sooth your fears!!*@*
You become Doctor Suess, Unfortunatly he's dead and therefore you are too.
I wish I could live My life all over again knowing everything I do now.
You get to live your life all over again knowing everything you do now. Unfortunately you forgot to wish for the ability to change your past. You get to relive all the worst moments of you life, knowing they are coming, but you are completly powerless to change it. Did Aunt Martha's mystery meatloaf really taste this bad the first time around? Yes!
I wish I could silence the voices in my head......Shhhhhh!
With a little help from your new friend the thorazine-dusted hammer, most of the voices are gone now! Unfortunately you drool more than you'd like and have a both a dent in your head and an Aunt named Martha (Stewart), who is currently planting Mistletoe in the groove because Christmas is just around the corner. But you just think "Is Full House on?" and "It's a good thing", alternatively, so you're good :)
It's a good thing I wish my own personal head-voices did celebrity imitations.
And so... poor crunchpatty's life is controlled by the voice immitations of Bobcat (Goldbloom?), and Barbara Streisand. They constantly battle over voice supremicy and all you get to hear all day is outragious musicals and... some repeated standup comedy routine :(
I wish, once, everyone in town would stop to sing and dance a musical number like on TV!
[they got the mustarddddd out... ;)]
*poof* done. But it's really not as cool as it seems. Song choice is key. Musical is Key. And really once you've seen the senior citizens club doing their best dance scene from Miss Saigon, really, you're reaching for the valium... and the phonebook to dial 1800 Hip Replacement.
But hey next week the local veterinarian clinic is doing Carrie the Musical, so don't forget you're umbrella.
I wish the weekend was three days long.
Sleuth About Town
The weekend becomes 3 days long, only problem is, the week becomes 10 days long, now you have 7 day work week and 3 day weekends. Also, months are only 3 weeks long. (Hey, gotta balance the months and year somewhere.) As it is, the year is still 5 days short, meaning there's 5 extra days somewhere to tack on to a work week before another cycle of a month.
I wish my hubby would bring home some Burger King.
With a snap of my fingers, your hubby walks through the door wit hall of your favorite menu items from Burger King. You sit in stunned silence as he devours the whole meal and the only thing he shares with you is a ketchup packet!
I wish I could rectify all the mistakes I've made in life.