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Bill Oakes
Bill Oakes

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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AZN Cinderella
AZN Cinderella

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.

topkebab
topkebab
Lucky Stiff

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.

Anikka
Anikka
Babelfish

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.

topkebab
topkebab
Lucky Stiff

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. ;)

Breitkat
Breitkat
Pinball Amateur

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.


David Adams
David Adams
Red-Nosed

Oct-10-2008 13:05

(For those people wondering, Fred the Rottweiler lost his lawn after he had tore it up so badly it could no longer be called a lawn: it was a mud puddle in the making. So we decided to reseed his lawn and fence it off until it has grown back. Which means that Fred had to find another place to drop his, er, presents, i.e. the patio. Which is rather messy and smelly for the rest of us. So I really do wish that Fred the Rottweiler had his lawn back.) :-)

David Adams
David Adams
Red-Nosed

Oct-11-2008 20:26

Will NO ONE find a way for Fred to get his Lawn BACK???

crunchpatty
crunchpatty
Old Shoe

Oct-11-2008 23:01

*mighty mouse music plays*

Thanks to your enviro-conscious efforts, seeds have sprouted and flourished and Fred has himself exclusive executive access to a vast expanse of putting green so lush it would make Tiger Woods lose control of his bowels, crouch, and shank one out with his eyes rolling back in his head, his Sunday red shirt flapping in the breeze and the word "Wheaties" barely escaping his lips. Sadly, what you didn't know about Fred is that he knew what he was doing when he tore up that lawn. Fred was a man with a plan, dammit, and what you dismissively refer to as a "mud puddle" was in actuality Fred's self-styled canine MacGyver bidet. So while you're absolutely tickled about less scat-io on the patio, you're somewhat less excited about waking up to find a drooling rottweiler squatting over the kitchen sink trying to aim the spritz at his nether regions without the benefit of opposable thumbs.

I wish I had a scratch n' sniff bible.

andirondax
andirondax

Oct-16-2008 17:10

you get a rubber band but it snaps

Sleuthgirl Ciara
Sleuthgirl Ciara

Oct-17-2008 23:45

you get a scrunchie but it snaps and ur neck hurts I wish I was metal.

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