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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.

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

*zapzapfizzlewizzlezappyyaHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!*

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. ;-)

Jan-19-2009 15:50

Well then...by an excruciatingly painful accident and a long agony you do manage to end up as a different ghost than Casper, but then you realize Casper is way more cool and it's no fun to be you even as a ghost.

I (truly) wish my wife would stop speaking for 10 minutes.

Jan-19-2009 16:54

Good news!!! She's not speaking to you for 10 minutes. She's on the phone to all her friends to come over and grill you at their leisure. Bring a dish and it'll be a potluck of a dozen happy buzzing women who ALL want to have the chance to pull you over the coals about how nice it is that you always are listening to your wife. What a fun evening for all!

I wish I was in Hawaii on vacation...

Not Breit

Jan-20-2009 13:23

Poofy poo! You are in Hawaii! Not only that, but you have received an all expense paid trip there for three months. Yep, you paid for it! Okay, not so bad. Until you realize that you're in the newly built town of Hawaii, Arkansas! i hope u likes fishin', cause we gots ours selves a good ol' fishin' hole! Ol' Bob fell in lats week, we still ain't foun him!

I wish my grilled chess sandwich wasn't sticking together.

Jan-21-2009 16:49

Oh Goody Goody Goody! I haven't had a grilled cheese wish in a LONG time. Or a grilled chess one either!

Jan-21-2009 17:02

You realize, as you are trying to pull your grilled cheese sandwich apart, that this just isn't working. Especially while playing chess. So you go to the kitchen drawer to get a knife. Only butter knives, but what the heck, it shouldn't take that much leverage to pull a grilled cheese apart. Pfing! The knife gets flung across the kitchen and embeds itself into the wall. We'll just hang an apron on there, Mom won't notice that she now has a new hook to use.

You go back to the kitchen drawer and get out the trusty old pair of kitchen scissors. Only problem with them, they're really old and the edge wore off each blade about 10 years ago. They do a dang nice job of chewing up your sandwich (which you could have managed just fine with on your own if your dentures weren't in the shop). But for making one sandwich into two halves, they just don't cut it. (Sorry, couldn't help myself.) Back to the drawer.

Next you find the pizza cutter. Whing! Yep, it too slides through the sandwich and embeds itself in the wall. Nuts. Can't leave that there; you don't have another 10 of those like you do with the butter knife. Oh well. You pull it out but what to do with the nice clean incision in the kitchen wall. Oh boy! You have it. Those tall tales your older brother told you of college are going to come in handy at last. You trot down the hall, grab the toothpaste, a little spackling, and perfect, no cut mark! It does look a little funny to have neon mint green toothpaste (with freshmint mouthwash sparkles in it no less) on a lavender painted wall, but no matter. After all, if Mom finds out, you can just point to the new hook that you installed on your own!

Ok, back to the drawer. What to use, what to use. Somehow it seems that nothing short of a samurai sword is going to work. Since your whole family is currently out of those, it seems like nothing in your kitchen is going to pry that grilled cheese sandwich apart. Then it hits you. A prybar!

Jan-21-2009 17:14

No the prybar didn't hit you, the idea did. Now to find one. Say, what IS a prybar. After spending several minutes online to look that question up (during which your sandwich is getting colder and colder and harder and harder), you learn that an acceptable substitute is the crowbar in your dad's stuff out in the garage. When you get there though, and stand there looking at that row of tools, you realize that the crowbar isn't going to pull your sandwich apart but it will put a nifty hole in the wall, given your history with cutting this thing. So that's out.

What to do, what to do... Then another idea hits you. No not another prybar, we tried that remember (or maybe you don't because it hit you on the noggin). But a jack hammer! That would work! And conveniently enough, there's a bunch of guys in hard hats down the street refinishing the pavement. You trot down there and ask to borrow the thing that's making all the noise. They look at you weird, but say ok. You place the blade against the original cut line of your sandwich and pull the handle. ZZZZZZZOOOONNNNKKKK. (Sorry it's hard to get the sound effects right when you're bouncing all over the place on the end of one of those things.) Sure enough, it worked. You now have TWO halves of a sandwich. It did, however, also leave behind a nice film of dust and a whole lot of little pieces of concrete which are just going to be murder to get out from between your teeth. UGH!!!

So you give up the fight, trash your sandwich and call out for pizza. Only problem is, you've timed out on your chess game and the other guy won after you only made one move. Sigh.

I wish for a nice ski trip since the Hawaii one didn't work out. And DON'T send me back to Arkansas!

Not Breit

Jan-22-2009 16:57

You've won a fabulous trip to 'La Grave' ski resort in France; unfortunately, it turns out to be 'Your Grave.'

I wish I was endowed with the ability to correctly answer all questions.

Jan-25-2009 12:20

Gulp. The concoction you just swallowed has changed the chemistry of your brain. You are now endowed with the ability to correctly answer all questions. You just forgot how to ask them. Cheers!!

I wish for a big chocolate cake for my father's birthday party on Thursday!!! (Especially since the chocolate cakes I make turn into brownies.)

Not Breit