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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.

Dec-19-2008 01:19

I wish I was a roll of duct taped, now detached from hairy butts. Which means I have all that hair over me, don't forget that. ;-)

Dec-20-2008 16:47

Too hard, okay, I wish I was an RFID chip. :-)

Dec-20-2008 23:53

OKAY mASterACER ok u are a REFRIED CHIP n u don't even are a refried beans! It is ok BECAUSE u don wanna be any referee or any bean thing wen u grow up but it is sad becas u do need a J to da O to da B! or lol maby be u have 1, in the ecksiting TAPE industree! It is this sticky "business" :(

I wash i like peprmint flavor butt it so freshie its burn the gummms!

3> 3> 3> Ciara

Dec-21-2008 21:18

BAM You have a peppermint flavored butt. Unfortunately, the overwhelming peppermint smell is making the dogs bite you, trying to eat it! Oh noes!

I wish my new avatar will be here tomorrow. ;-)

Dec-22-2008 05:34

Poof!! Ben gets his act together and posts the new avatar batch tomorrow.

However, he mixes up the avatars of Clint, Clift & Ace, and though you end up looking a little better, you're still nowhere close to where you want to be!


I wish III get my new avatar tomorrow!!

Dec-22-2008 15:07

Ok boys, you asked for it. (Clift, the only reason you're getting this instead of Clint is that i wasn't online yesterday in time to give him this. So enjoy in his stead!)

You fire up your computer with anticipation to see what beauty Ben has put up for your avatar. And then you blink. Apparently Ben either got lost in the middle of what he was doing or he forgot to have his morning half-gallon of coffee. It's a picture with Secret Squirrel's face and Ddawg's costume, complete with evening gown and three inch high satin slippers. Oh boy. Not only that, he's changed your outfit to match.

Since you don't have time to go home and change before you have to meet the first client of the day, you totter your way off to your meeting at the office. Those shoes look ABSOLUTELY DIVINE but, man, are they killing your toes and calves. (By the way, ask Top Kebab for tips about how to learn to walk in those things before you hurt yourself.)

You wobble into the office and brave the walk down the passageway to your office. You realize that heads pop out of doorways as you pass each one. Great. Now all your colleagues REALLY have something to razz you about at the Christmas party.

Your client, while finding your outfit and attitude very charming, is less impressed with a burly man in an evening gown greeting him at the door. So he steps next door and Jesse Hunter swipes your case. Peachy. The next two clients (one woman and another man) have the same reaction. So while your change is great for the agency, it's not doing diddly squat to pay your rent. You call it quits for the day and sashay your way home. (At least you're getting better at walking in those shoes as the day goes on.) Or you were, until you cross the last street before home, step in a hole in a manhole cover, and break a heel. OW! Nuts! Hasenpfeffer! Those shoes will take a whole 12,000 bucks to replace.

Dec-22-2008 15:16

In desperation, you yell out for your fairy godmother. "Ok lady, you stuck me in these things. How about finding something else so I can get home? I've had a realllllllly lousy day!" But no reply. It seems she's out on a coffee break -- probably pilfering Ben's.

So you walk the last two blocks with one shoe at three inches and one at one quarter inch off the ground. If your balance wasn't bad before it is now. In addition, you misjudge a crack in the pavement with the unbroken heel and go head over, you guessed it, heels. You end up flat on your back, bruised and definitely feeling the pains of a day spent as a knock-out beauty queen. Then you realize you've laddered your pantyhose. Sigh. You drag yourself back to the apartment, shove your outfit down the incinerator chute and sit in front of the computer, desperately waiting to see what Ben will put you in for tomorrow. You really could have used a beer, but there's no point in exposing yourself to more scrutiny at the Tricky Mister than you're already getting at the office. What a day!!!...


I wish my grandfather hadn't swiped that toolkit out of my car so I can actually change my tire to a spare.

Dec-22-2008 15:17

Sorry Clift, you got that instead of Ace.

Dec-22-2008 17:38

Your grandfather hasn't swiped your toolkit. You now change your tire to a spare!

Dangnabbit! Spare ribs don't make good tire substitues!

I wish that I had gotten David Adams post and not Clift! ;-) Let's see what you make of that!

Dec-23-2008 13:30

(Actually he did take the toolkit out of my car -- three times. He believed that girls shouldn't even know how to change tires, let alone be able to do that. But thank you for the dinner at least!)

The fairy godmother poofs herself into the kitchen in Dave's apartment where he and Breit are just sitting down to breakfast. "Adams, You did this!" she rants.
" 'Scuse me?" he replies. "What'd III do?" The fairy godmother tells him that because of his post yesterday to Clift, now Ace wants one too. She doesn't have all day to go around sticking the men in Sleuth in pantyhose and hoop skirts. So he, David Adams, is going to help her fix this. Dave looks at his wife, shrugs and nods his acquiescence. After all, you can't exactly say 'NO' to the fairy godmother.

Their first stop is the detective store to find something absolutely smashing for Ace. Unfortunately the only dress they have is a pink tutu. Oh well. He asked for it. To go along with that they pick him up a feathered pillbox hat, a bottle of very expensive perfume, a white parrot, and a nice pair of pink polka-dot pumps. Dave and the fairy godmother make their way to a cyber cafe where Ace finally gets his avatar. It's got Dave's face and the outfit they picked up. "Hey!" Dave objects. "Don't start." The fairy godmother warns. "Besides with the day i'm giving him, he'll want a new avatar tomorrow anyway."

Ace suddenly finds himself dressed to the nines. Boy does he look good. Until he looks at his reflection in a store window. Pink tutu. Nuts. He'd wanted the evening gown. But it's too late to go home and change. So he stumbles his way to the office and endures the same welcome that Clift got. Only problem is there are more people in his office, so he'll get even more razzing at the Christmas party. And Ddog will be one of them.

The clients have the same reaction and take their business down the hall. Funny, they don't have the same reaction to Ddog. Oh well, maybe they recognize his experience.