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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-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

Jan-26-2009 08:12

You get a big chocolate cake for your Father's birthday but as soon as anyone try to eat it, the cake turns into a brownie.

I wish we had a shower on our floor so I didn't have to go downstairs in the cold every morning.

Jan-27-2009 07:43

Hey, you now have a shower on your floor! Too bad it only puts out cold water.

I wish my room doesn't feel so cold.

Jan-28-2009 20:05

Your room suddenly feels warmer...in fact, its so hot, you break out in a sweat and cant sleep.

I wish I had a Blender :)

Feb-1-2009 19:22

(((Lol I deliberately made that a chess sandwich, just to see if anyone would notice... ;-) )))

You have a Blender. Capital B, small l, small e, small d, small e, small n, small r. One Bledener... wait... that's not right...

Nevermind! You don't just have a Blender, you have THE Blender. The one and only! A hitman right off the streets of New York. Known as the Blender, due to his aggressive and torturous style of murder.

Uh oh... ummm... Mak? I'm not sure he likes you too much... uh... oh boy...

((LOL))

I wish I had a Cup. lol

Feb-2-2009 09:42

You suddenly have your very own cup. You are so happy that you can finally have that morning cup of coffee. However, it is not that kind of cup, it is, in fact, the type of cup that fits inside your athletic supporter!

I wish I were an Oscar Mayer Weiner
That is what I truly wish to be
cause if i were a oscar mayer weiner
everyone would be in love
oh everyone would be in love
everyone would be in love with me

Feb-2-2009 18:42

-- Poofypooooooo --

You are Oscar Mayer's Weiner! Oh... crap... did I mess that up? Lemme think... Oscar Mayer's... oh, CRAP! I DID mess that up!

Well, everyone's in love with you, I know that. Every lady wants a piece of you... and ole' Oscar don't think you're too bad, either. ;-)

I wish I was Paris Hilton's telephone! The one she keeps in her bedroom! Yeah! So I can call up other phones and gossip about all the stupid things she says! OOOH! And I want eyes! Yeah! Yeah! Eyes!

Feb-4-2009 12:03

Blink. You open your eyes, look around you and realize, you ARE Paris Hilton's telephone. The one in her bedroom no less. Your dream/ fantasy/ ultimate wish has come true at last!!!!

Then she comes toward you with a BIG box of body parts. Oh no. You hadn't realized she was as big a fan of Mr. Potato Head as you are of her phone. Because she's attending a pool party later today in the eternally warm southern California sunshine, she's decided that you must have an outfit to match hers. She pulls off your feet and sticks a pair on that have blue summer flip flops. You get a blue polka dot swimsuit instead of your bowtie. Your arms and hands are next; you get a pair of Michael Jackson hands, one glove off and one glove covered in glitzy sparkly things. She exchanges your plain lips for ones that have been covered in some sort of blue lipstick. Your eyes get a new pair of sunglasses, blue with lots of sparkles. (At least she's coordinating the colors. ;-) Last but certainly not least is your ears. Here though, she gets diverted by her little poofy poo chihuahua or poodle or whatever, who decides to piddle on the middle of the rug. So you have no ears (for the moment at least). But so sad. :-( You can't hear her and have no idea what she's saying. You'll miss out on all the juicy tidbits that come out of her mouth. Too bad you can't lip read...

I wish the jack hammer outside my window would hammer somewhere else. Not Breit