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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.


Cordelia Falco
Cordelia Falco
Battered Shoe

Dec-5-2008 11:13

The days of vaudeville are back! Sadly you are unable to leave the vaudeville theatre and must spend the rest of your life watching fake Irishmen doing patter routines, and Bonzo the Talking Dog.

I wish I could be a space tourist.


Dec-5-2008 20:51

You are as cool as SS, but someone thinks you are too cool and kills you.

[you never mentioned that we couldn't make a wish that couldn't be corrupted]

I wish I was so good at baseball (because I am a HUGE fan of baseball) that I make the team and, with the help of the team of course, we all get rich and I give half of any of my paychecks to charity. [how's that?]

Clint Forthwright
Clint Forthwright
Old Shoe

Dec-6-2008 00:52

You are a talented baseball player. Unfortunately you have absolutely no endearing qualities, so no friends. And you spend the the other half of your paychecks on adult toys.

I wish for an endless bounty of incorruptable wishes.

Clint Forthwright
Clint Forthwright
Old Shoe

Dec-6-2008 01:02

Oh wait, I can't do that. Damn

I wish...that the planet wasn't so over populated.

Pinball Amateur

Dec-6-2008 15:26

Dunno where you and Golduck have been, but you're a bit off course here. But, in the spirit of fair play....

Planet Earth now has a population of...One. That's right, Vous. And only, Vous. You spend the first week of your new life celebrating in your solitary splendor. Then, you suddenly start realizing, it's just a little bit lonely round here. No friends, no enemies. Hell, no pizza delivery guys when you need them. You decide to set out on a trek to look for another human being. ANY person will do. And spend the next fifteen years searching without success. Over those fifteen loooooooooong years, you gradually go more and more barmy, talking to yourself, creating imaginary friends, and finding couches to have psychiatric sessions on to combat your feelings of isolation and alienation. Too bad they don't work....

Now, Miss Cordelia, strap yerself in tight. No, I mean TIGHT. That Space Shuttle yer on packs a helluva wallop on takeoff. All set? Okay, here we go!!


T Minus


Whew, those rockets do glare red, don't they?? ;-)
Anyway, you get into outer orbit safely. Now, it's time to meet your fellow space tourists, err, crewmates!! Please say hallo to: Why, it's CRUNCHPATTY!! (Who'da thunk that one? ;-) And for our second bedlamite....say g'day to...BECKY!! (Yeah, I know, I'm truly evil. ;-D )

So, you three survivors of the cosmonaut kind land at the International Space Station for three lovely, fun-filled months of frivolity, hair-pulling, and other general all-around torture. Just think of all the catfights you three can get into in three months!! (Kinda makes shudders run down the spine, doesn't it? ;-) Just think, you coulda chosen Tahiti. Y'all have fun now!! Dosvidanya!! ;-D

And for me, I wish it snows in San Francisco for Christmas!! ;-D

Old Shoe

Dec-7-2008 09:23

You get snow in San Francisco for Christmas.
- unfortunately you get about 2 meeters with snow, 1 week before Christmas, and in synch with this you get a cold period that's said to last a month.
- unfortunately San Fransisco is not prepared on this, so there is no tools to move the snow away from the streets, so no cars can go anywhere. All preparations for Christmas get stalled, because it's impossible to move outdoors, and those few who do so are desperately trying to move enough snow away from the windows, so that they will be able to breathe.
At the beginning of Christmas everyone sits in their prison home and dreams about how nice it was with a warm no-snowy winter.

I wish that all people would be friends, kind and generous with each other.


Dec-7-2008 12:12

Everybody in the world is nice. But there is too much nice in the world that you go so crazy that you kill yourself.

I wish I had powers like Beast Boy from the Teen Titans TV series.

Pinball Amateur

Dec-11-2008 13:26

(I have no bloomin' clue what a Beast Boy from Teen Titans TV series is, but we'll give it a whirl....;-)

Gettin' out the Fairy Godmother Wand here....

Now, hold out yer paw, err, hand....



*Lightning bolts and thunder crashes from above*

Et voila!! One Beast Boy!! Complete with Power Pack Belt and X-ray Vision!! You are truly...phenomenal!! Now you can save the world and defeat the bad guys with one paw (the real kind, this time) tucked behind your back!! You are truly, one cool beast.

You arrive home from your latest bout of defending the universe to find you're just a mite bit hungry. While the rest of your Teen Titan buds are scarfin' down on hamburgers and pizza, as Beast Boy, you food. A heapin' bowl of Kibbles 'n Bitsy (mind the fur, it'll get between yer teeth). But it prob'ly does taste better than that Mystery Meat Surprise that the school cafeteria is always serving (hey, there's a silver lining in every thunderstorm. ;-)

A couple days later, you suddenly start developing an itch, right between yer shoulder blades, just where you can't reach it (even with your back legs). It builds and builds, driving you absolutely nuts. Oh, if you could just get in one good SCRATCH!!! As the day wears on, though, the itch seems to be traveling down your spine, getting worse and worse, and more and more irritating, until finally, you're ready to go outta yer skull!! As yer buds gather round the dinner table for the usual evening pizza, and you look forward to your usual scrumptious bowl of kibbles, one of your homies suddenly looks over at you when he feels something jump onto his arm. "Beastie!!" he yells, "You've got fleas!!" Ohhh, dear. Your friends jump up from the table, pick you up, dump you in the bathtub, pour flea shampoo all over, and begin scrubbing with a wire brush (got to get that shampoo through that fur you know). They douse you in flea dip & then they pull you out of the bath.

Pinball Amateur

Dec-11-2008 13:31

They dry you off with a hair dryer (static electricity, yuck, don't touch that -- ouch!) and brush out that fur. But the fun's not done yet. They pull out the flea powder next. Ack, ack, ack -- don't breathe that in. And as a final measure against your little friends, they stick you with ... (wait for it) a flea collar!

Too bad that nothing seems to work for those little friends of yours. Next stop, the VET's!

I wish for a new sound card and sound system on my computer. I miss listening to those Christmas carols!


Dec-11-2008 21:10

You get your new sound card but it turns out to be the wrong kind and it crashes your computer and you lose all your data and everything else you've stored on your computer.

I wish I could think of what to wish for next (even though it won't come true.

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