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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.

Sep-22-2008 17:12

You win a big truck with the gas paid for life in a competition. You rejoice.
A week later an international agreement is reached to phase out gas fuelled trucks within the next 5 years by taxing them MASSIVELY and electric/water/garbage (hey, I've seen Back To The Future!) powered vehicles become the transport of the future. You can't afford the tax and no one will buy it from you. Darn. And Blast. What rotten luck.

I wish that some birds would actually use my wild bird feeder. (While I'm watching.)

Sep-22-2008 22:26

Some birds use the bird feeder but are quickly devoured by feral cats.

I wish I was 21 again.

Sep-26-2008 14:55

*POOF* Blows out 21 candles. Congratulations!!! You are 21 again. You go out to celebrate, have a few too many and get nailed for drunk driving. Your sentence is incarceration until you are 40. Happy reliving your youth!!! And be careful while standing in the line for birthday cake in the cafeteria.


I wish someone would come wash my car.

Sep-28-2008 10:46

Someone comes to wash your car. He's quite a hunk actually. So of course you just *have* to "keep an eye on him" while he's washing your car. Wait, is that the same water and brush that he used to wash 20 other cars this morning? Ewww! So you hoik yourself up out of the house and give him an earful about treating your beloved car with disrespect. Unfortunately for you, he's a spoilt brat and as soon as you start he's on the phone to "Uncle" Jimmy to "sort things out".
Uh-oh.

I wish for $751.20.

Sep-28-2008 15:11

*BOOM* (Lightning flashes) The Money Tree has landed right smack dab in your living room, and is presently dropping its riches right on your carpet. In pennies. Leaves and branches are spreading all over your house as the shower continues. EEEKKKK!!!! Coins are raining down on you like hailstones!! (And they pack a helluva wallop. ;-) You retreat to your bathroom for first aid, and then realize, the flood of pennies has risen to the point where you can no longer open the door. Oops. Should've laid in emergency supplies. Now you have to wait for the neighbours to call the Red Cross to rescue you. Too bad. Now you start getting hungry. It's a shame you can't eat pennies.....

I wish my three kitties would get along forever.

Sep-28-2008 15:23

Your three kitties get along! They've become wonderful friends and do everything together! Eat, sleep, nap together! But, they've become such wonderful buddies that they no longer like or need you! Such a shame...

I wish that my computer was faster.

Sep-29-2008 08:38

Your computer is faster! Way faster! Like, 0.0137% faster than before. Congrats :D

I wish I could turn pennies into dollars.

Sep-29-2008 14:03

*BOOM* (Lightning flashes-again!) The Money Tree in the middle of your living room hears your request, and sticks its branches out the windows of your apartment just as you're leaving. $752.00 rain down on you, in dollars. Silver dollars. Ouch!! That stings!!!! You're getting buried by dollars!! Fortunately, this time the neighbors call the ambulance. Those wonderful cohorts of yours, the ER docs, bring you back to life. And you are delighted to find out the bill comes to exactly $753--and ten cents. Too bad you left your purse back at the apartment. You still owe the hospital a dollar ten cents. The hospital refuses to release you til you pay up. Nuts. Endless more days of hospital food and bedpan duty. Have fun!!
;-D

I wish my kitties didn't have fleas.

Oct-1-2008 21:27

Your kitties don't have fleas. They instantly stop scratching and generally being irritated and irritating. In fact, they're so comfortable that they stop running outside to play and laze about in their kitty baskets all day long. Eventually they become fat and slow and can't get out of their baskets, you have quite a job to clean them when... well, when they need cleaning. Yuck. And good luck.

I wish there wasn't so much booming lightning around here. ;)

Oct-2-2008 13:56

*POOF* All the lights go out. That's right, a nationwide blackout. You suddenly realize (as you are trying to clean up after your kitties) that lightning can be your (as well as Benjamin Franklin's) friend. Ah well. And don't trip over that dining room chair with the big feet. Too late.

I wish Fred the Rottweiler had his lawn back.