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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.

Oct-25-2008 13:43

*Bolt of lightning*

You wake up to find things a bit blurry, and your mind a bit verschimmeled. Ah well, might as well turn on the TV til things get back to normal. HOLY.... Every channel has Quantum Leap on it. What the.... You run for the aspirin in the medicine cabinet. But before you can open the cabinet door, you glance in the mirror. And freak. You're looking into the face of a dark haired, scruffy faced, dark-eyed guy with safety glasses. And a fez. No bloody way!!! You've just leaped into the body of Ben!!! AL!!! Where are you?? A blurry holographic image with a cigar in his hand appears. Yep, you guessed it. You've leaped into Sleuth. Oh boy....

After thoroughly screwing up his life to the point where you have to re-propose to Sunny (again), you decide to take a little nap. You wake up, go to the medicine cabinet for that bottle of aspirin, and glance at the mirror. And freak. Again!! The face looking back at you is a veiled blonde in a bikini with a bottle. You've just leaped into I Dream of Jeannie. OOHHH boy....

I wish I had a new ship for my sister's Pirate kitty, Capt'n Chou. (Please don't let it sink, either. Us crewmen hate getting wet. ;-)

Oct-28-2008 23:08

***POOF***

You receive a georgeous two foot long sloop for Halloween. It's just purrfect... for sailing in the bathtub. Anywhere else and the waves wash over and sink it. (Yes I know. But since you only sail it around the bathtub, you don't have to worry about that, do you?) And you are instantly on hand to rescue any crew member who needs it. Especially that cute cabin boy (the slightly BIGGER black kitty)! So once you call out for pizza for Capt'n Chou to enjoy with her new boat, she is set for an evening at sea ....

I would LOVE to have some big, beautiful (non-carnivorous) flowers to stick in a pot outside my window...

Oct-31-2008 21:44

*wow exciting noise*

Well howdy green thumb! You so gardeny, you put the ho in horticulture! Sadly, this doesn't get you the attention you so totally crave from the Jolly Green Giant so you still don't get to peel your tired old 'Farmers do it in the dirt' poster off your wall. And don't look now, but the cows need milking. Hup two pinch squirt, hup two pinch squirt moo moo moo moo.

I wish my neck didn't hurt right now.

Nov-1-2008 06:17

*KABOOMCRASHWALLOP*

The loud noise so startles you that you fall off your chair and bang your chin against the table, which upends and sends you and your "gentleman's" magazines flying into a heap on the floor. Your chin really smarts and boy is your ego bruised, not to mention you've twisted your wrist as well so you won't be able to use your hand for... well, many things. On the plus side, your neck doesn't hurt right now.

Oh, but once you're over the shock of things, it hurts again.

I wish I could go to a concert tonight.

Nov-4-2008 16:18

*POOF* Your fairy godmother drags you by your hair first to the dress shop and then to the coiffeur. By the time you get out of there, you do look SPIFFY indeed. Your fairy godmother ignores the pumpkin and mice, and just opts for a nice fully stretched limo. (You might want to get something from the bar--you never know how these evenings out courtesy of your fairy godmother will go and a BIT of artificial fortitude may certainly help.)

So you get to your (front-row) seats for the concert of the year. Too bad nobody (including the fairy godmother) told you it was POLKA music (without the dots).

After one and a half hours of UM-PAH-PAH, short skirts and lederhosen (which are much more entertaining than the skirts), folk dancing, they break out the centerpiece of the concert just before the intermission. And it's yodelling.

Oh help. You manage to grit your teeth and wring the hand of the guy sitting next to you. (He was cute but I doubt he appreciates you cutting off the circulation of his entire left arm for 15 minutes. Oh well...)

You try to escape at halftime (yeah I know, we're mixing metaphors, but are you really going to care at a polka concert?). Unfortunately, you discover that the spell has worn off and you have no limo waiting, only a pumpkin and a couple of field mice who would like to go home now. As would you, if only you weren't wearing those absolutely fabulous (three hours previously) three inch heels. They aren't very practical and the one thing that the fairy godmother forgot to give you was cabfare in your clutch purse. Oh boy.

You (and the field mice) finally do make it home, but you are unable to walk for 9 days because of the nasty blisters those oh-so-fabulous shoes gave your feet. (Fortunately, your headache from the polka music only lasted 3 days--wonders of modern medicine.) But you never EVER look forward to a concert like you had this one ... :-(

I wish I didn't have to cook Thanksgiving dinner this year.

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Nov-26-2008 13:34

Guys, Thanksgiving is only ONE day away, and my hubby REALLY isn't suited for baking a bird in the kitchen. (And if you think I'm going to do it, we need to chat.) So PLEASE HELP HELP HELP !!! !!! !!!

Nov-26-2008 13:40

Oops. Body switching again. Don'tcha hate it when that happens. (And he really can't cook.)

Nov-26-2008 22:19

Okay, back to the thread....

I wish I could suck your brains out and throw them out the window into the toilet across the a street at my will.

(I also wish you would guess how many prepositional phrases that were in that sentence! ;-) )