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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.


Lucky Stiff

Dec-29-2008 05:11

... Ping!!! ...

Well, apart from hearing a slightly pleasantly jingly sound, nothing much seemed to happen. What happened to your wish? Is today the day that the Corrupt-A-Wish monopoly ends?

Oh, wait.

Ahhh, ok. Now you realise that your perspective has changed slightly and you are looking at a well-bandaged poohuahua called Fifigurl, from toenail height. And that's with you on your tiptoes. Quickly you run over to the nearest puddle and peer in and, lo and behold, you are a pink ball with a little pink bow! Hooray! (Corruptible wishes everywhere rejoice!)

But then you notice something over your shoulder. Hmmm, it looks like a very angry poohuahua. I guess dogs aren't as stupid as they look. You open your mouth to screa... oh, you don't have a mouth since you are a pink ball with a little pink bow.

Never mind, you have other things to worry about now as Fifigurl grabs you in her mouth and proceeds to shake you about so hard that it feels like your bow will fall off any second. And gee, she has bad breath! SOMEONE hasn't been brushing her teeth...

*15 minutes later*

Fifigurl is now getting a bit dizzy from shaking you around so much. (Words can't express how YOU feel). Satisfied that she's gotten her revenge she spits you out onto the pavement. Dazed, you roll and roll.... right through a drain cover.

On quiet nights, people walking by will swear that they can hear a sad lonely wailing...

I wish this chair was more comfortable.

Safety Officer

Dec-29-2008 07:06

*poof* your chair is SO comfortable. Ok maybe a little too comfortable. Really you can't do without it. And, when you take it on the train with you and start whispering lowly to it, well people start to talk. When your parents ask you what;s going on, you announce to them proudly, Graeme and I are to be wed! Graeme? Your father asks. You'd move uncomfortably in your seat, if it wasn't for the fact Graeme was SO comfortable. You smile wanly at your parents and bravely describe Graeme's many fine attributes, his strong arms and sturdy legs, his straight back and most importantly of all his delightful seat... at that point your father falls off Susan (Graeme's cousin the settee) and all is lost. He told you no-one would understand... still there's always the tickets to Sweden in your coat pocket and the wistful plans to open an Ikea outlet together...

I wish the cat wasn't trying to help me type.

Lucky Stiff

Dec-29-2008 07:50

A chair called Graeme? Sheesh, get real... ;)

The cat stalks in a huff and goes to help you wash the dishes instead. Unfortunately he's even worse at that than he is at typing. Hope you've got home contents insurance...

I wish for a miracle.

David Adams
David Adams

Dec-29-2008 13:04

Uh Top, any kind of miracle you prefer? Or will just any old miracle work?

Security Lane
Security Lane

Dec-29-2008 19:49

BING... wish granted.

Topkebab your miracle awaits. No not just any kind of miracle . You have your very own jar of Miracle Whip. Yes Miracle Whip, you know the not Mayo sandwich spread. Oh and not just any old jar but the industrial size 240 oz.... the one you need a can opener for. Enjoy

I wish my cell phone worked.

Sleuthgirl Ciara
Sleuthgirl Ciara

Jan-1-2009 23:49

LOL! ur cel phone werks but it werks at taco bel like me so wen u tlak on it in the subway ur voice smells like vajitas n also the mayo we use it 2 at taco bell ur breasth smell lyk BOTH of THAT!!! It is a good concoction u smell like success and the world is just ur oister, OK!

I wish I know mores about deep fry accidents n how to make mine hand not hurt frum hot grease :( it so paining and plus wen it happened i put salt on the fried and some slat gone in the wound and now i have some salt in my cuts and I'm scare i don't have a furuture in deep fri industry but the sun always cums up, right?

lol, the futur is SO BRIGHT!

<3<3<3 Ciara.


I change that ok i wish mi BF marc short 4 march gets a job as a mall santa next year he dint get it this year but he was SOOOOO close 2 bad he amdit he skeered of midgets on the aplicashun form. That aslo y he cannot b a circus performer :(

Sleuthgirl Ciara
Sleuthgirl Ciara

Jan-3-2009 00:34

it is serios business the midgets they come up only to here it is unfair they dont get to go on tall rides.

Cordelia Falco
Cordelia Falco
Battered Shoe

Jan-9-2009 09:27

Marc gets a job as Santa next year, but between now and then he gets therapy to cure his fear of midgets so when it comes to Christmas he runs off with an elf.

I wish we could skip January.

David Adams
David Adams

Jan-17-2009 16:38

*POOF!!!!* The Fairy Godmother has now joined the cast of one of the Star Treks and really ticked that Q guy off. She got rid of January, slid your whole existence into February at the drop of a wand. Apparently, since the members of the Continuum (if i remember my Trekkie stuff right) are the only ones who are supposed to be fooling around with that stuff, the Continuum are taking it out on ... (you guessed it) YOU!

Your car blows up, your house gets eaten by termites over a lunch hour, the dog runs off, and the china falls off the wall and breaks into itty bitty little pieces. (They could have stopped that but they like adding to the overall impression of havoc in your life.) Then the hubby calls (oh yes, you found the phone amongst all the sawdust); you're being transferred to Moosejaw, Ontario. This might be nice if you like moose or are a backwoods sort of a girl but enough is enough.

"QQQQQQ!!!" you yell out. Unfortunately because he and the Fairy Godmother are members of the Continuum and you aren't and you didn't call for the Fairy Godmother, they both ignore you ... until the end of March. Have a good Valentine's Day. Don't sneeze! You might miss it.

I wish I could get this house fixed. Oh Fairy Godmother? We need a crawlspace into the attic, a new front door, LOTS of landscaping and a paint job.


Jan-18-2009 12:00


The fairy godmother pops up, in all her translucenceyness, and she grants your wish.

Aww, sorry, Dave. She doesn't like you. :-( I hope you like pink.

Sure enough, you got everything you asked for. You got an attic crawlspace. It's been painted pink with little red hearts and it's full of boxes of bubblegum flavored candy canes. Well... not too bad.

Oh no? Your front door is bright pink. Each corner is decorated with a red heart. To giant candy canes drape the door on top, which pigeons land on to eat the sweet and the poop on your doorstep.

Well, I guess it's still not too bad.

But, again, you speak too soon. Your house has recieved a new paint job! Pink. Many many red, purple, and white hearts. She's even made all your windows heart-shaped! But, the inside too! The walls are pink, the carpets are pink, the silverware is pinkware now, even your TV is pink!

Well, we can always move.

I guess you can, but it's not over yet. You also asked for landscaping? Well... you get giant gumdrop trees, candy corn bushes, a gingerbread doghouse (for the now pink Fifigurl), and pink grass.

But that's not all! The paint she used for the grass is a toxic polluter! You are charged with polluting the environment and recieve 3 months in prison with a $2,000 fine. Oi!

I wish I was a ghost. And, not Casper, either. ;-)

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