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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-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.

Dec-23-2008 13:44

Or maybe it's the fact that his name's on the front door. Oh well. By lunchtime, Ddog, Karelak and Peeweet have all sent Ace flowers in thanks for the increased business. There were also two notes asking for dates with the flowers. While he did get one more client than Clift, Ace decides to walk home. Great, the walk home. Ace had heard of what had happened to Clift, so he asks his colleagues to borrow a pair of shoes. No luck. Nuts. So he totters home. Instead of breaking his heel (his balance and experience in walking in them must be better than Clift -- maybe he's had practice), Ace gets wolf-whistles from every construction worker, cop, newspaper vendor, and other merchants that he encounters on the way home. And the bird flies off.

Ace arrives home to discover Dave and the fairy god mother erecting a six foot wooden fence around his house. "What the..." he asks. The fairy god mother replies that he wanted a post, he's getting one hundred and seventy-five of them in a nice open fence around his home. She hands him a paint brush and bucket of pink paint. "Ok, Sawyer, go to it. Paint YOUR posts!" she commands.

Ace looks at her and then down to his spiffy get-up. "But I'll ruin my clothes." he says. The fairy god mother just looks at him and reminds him that Clift put his outfit down the incinerator chute. "But I LIKE mine!" Ace shoots back. "Tough." she says. He can change clothes but he's painting the fence or she'll never grant another wish about him again. Ever. So like Dave, he hangs his head for a minute, picks up the brush and starts in. Dave just stands there and grins. The fairy godmother asks him what else he did in that post. Dave points out that Clift didn't make it to the Tricky Mister. "Right!" The fairy god mother retorts. "Hey Ace, after you're done, we're taking you to a night on the town. Starting with Maria's place and ending at the Tricky Mister."
"Can I change clothes first?" Ace asks. No was the reply.

Dec-23-2008 13:52

"The paint goes well with what you've got on." Dave joked. After shooting him a glare, the fairy god mother and Dave sit on the house's steps, waiting for Ace to finish. "Wow" he says, "this brush must be magic."
"Of course it's magic" the fairy god mother snaps back. "You think I want to wait all day for you to get that done. I still have to get you out and about so everyone in Sleuth can admire your stunning get-up. And I don't have all day!"

So after about a half an hour, Ace finishes the painting. They make their way to Maria's place and the Tricky Mister. Every girl they meet gawks at Ace and every man lets a wolf whistle loose. It even makes the town paper. Peachy. Clift only had to worry about keeping a lid on the people in his agency. No one is ever going to let Ace forget this one.

He arrives home at 2:30 am and like a neat person, puts his outfit away in the closet for the next time he'll need it. He goes to sleep and wakes up to find that his avatar on the computer now has him in ... yep, it's a gorilla suit. With hip waders. Nuts. Another day, another case, another banana.

I wish for a nice big fudge cake to belt the fairy godmother with.

Dec-23-2008 21:09

Poof! The fairy godmother poops up while David Adams is in the shower

"Hey!!!" Dave yells.
"So, you want a fudge cake? A big fudge cake? And you want to hit me with it???" The godmother pauses for a moment, then looks up and says, "Nice buns! Lots of cinnamon, I see." Dave growls at that.
"Yes, I wanted a cake. Now more than ever."
"Well, poof, there you go."

The fairy godmother drops a 4 ton cake on top of Dave.
"Remember, you did say, and I quote, ' I wish for a nice BIG fudge cake'." The fairy tells Dave as he gasps for air.

"Well, I'm a-waiting. Hit me with it!"

I wish I had a thousand rolls of duct tape so I could take them all and stick them together to make a real "8th wonder of the world!". ;-)

Dec-26-2008 11:25

In honor of Christmas, here goes:

Santa Claus is crossing over Manhattan on his way back to the North Pole and drops your present off, or should I say out of, the sleigh. Yep, one thousand rolls of duct tape (in cases) rain on your house and fence from above. They flatten it instantly. (The fairy godmother is NOT going to be pleased. You couldn't even keep that fence up three days!) So you stand in the wreckage of your house and salvage what you can. Unfortunately, the only thing you can salvage is, yes, your tutu. (Fortunately, the bird flew off three days ago so he wasn't in there.)

As you stand in the middle of your yard surveying all that you own, an idea hits you. You got it!!! You'll rebuild your house out of ... (wait for it) DUCT TAPE!!!! And so you begin busily unrolling roll after roll after roll and fashioning the walls, floors and ceiling for your new house out of the cheese whiz of the building world. You get the house built and realize, you can actually wallpaper your house (or paint)!! After all, Santa isn't just a grey kind of personality. He sent you blue duct tape, and green duct tape, and orange duct tape, and ... need I go on?

So you cover (or paint) the walls of your house with all sorts of pretty colors. Boy, does that look spiffy; and the neighbors are finally starting to peek out of their blinds at you. Wonder what they think, but no matter.

Then you realize you built no closets or bathrooms. Nuts. Ok well you can suspend your marvelous tutu from the top of one of the windows. Not only does it function as shears, but you can display your pride and joy for the whole world to see. But the bathroom. Hmmmm.

That's it!! You'll use all those posts the fairy godmother gave you to build the outhouse of your dreams. Two rooms, nice bench, door with a moon on it, little perch for the black widows to hide out on so you don't get a nasty shock in the middle of the night... Your life is COMPLETE!!!

Enjoy!

Dec-26-2008 11:28

I wish Breit could fix her bird Tidbit's elocution problems so he no longer calls me a 'remolting dirtbag'. Even being a revolting dirtbag would be better.

Dec-27-2008 09:20

You blink and the world seems to shimmer slightly. Did you imagine that? Wait, what are you asking me for, how would I know what you imagined? *Rolls eyes*

So you're wandering about aimlessly, humming boy band tunes to yourself rather out of key, when you see Breit taking her bird Tidbit for a walk. "Wow, can't that bird fly, why does it need to be taken for a walk?" you think to yourself. Now, brace yourself, it looks like Tidbit has seen you and is about to give you his traditional greeting. Resisting the urge to stick your fingers in your ears and run away screaming like a girl, you smile and Breit and bird.

Breit grins back brightly and tells you that she took Tidbit to elocution lessons and he can now say "revolting" properly, he can even say "the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plains" in a posh English accent. Ok, you wait to hear what Tidbit calls you today.

"REMOLTING DIRTBAG!!!!!"

Well, Breit did manage to fix Tidbit's elocution problems, but it seems he LIKES to call you a remolthing dirtbag. Oh well.

I wish I wouldn't have so many freaky dreams when I'm stressed.