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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-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

Feb-5-2009 18:13

Suddenly, the hammer stops. You are so relieved! Until they knock down your door and start hammering inside your window. ;-)

I wish a poofy poo chihuahua piddles on Paris Hilton's carpet so much that Paris runs out of money replacing the carpet and commits suicide, for she can no longer pay for anything and like, go shopping or whatever!!!

Feb-11-2009 11:16

Sorry Ace, been packing. And now that i look at it, my first thought is "Paris Hilton lives?" "Still?" So here goes...

Paris Hilton's poofy poo chihuahua develops something of a medical problem that no vet can identify. In a few days, every surface in the home smells like a sewer pipe and Paris is ready to part ways with poofy poo permanently. She spends so much on carpet cleaner and enzyme that her bank account runs dry (hard to do but we are talking about a mansion, i presume). Her father finds out and disowns her. She has to sell her mansion, her car, her wardrobe (OH NO!!!), and, wait for it, her chihuahua! (OH DOUBLE NO)

She becomes so depressed that she signs herself into a mental hospital. Life just has no appeal without her chihuahua to go shopping with or a mansion to put her finds in. But since the Los Angeles County jail is not a premium psychiatric facility for those with criminal tendencies, she opts for Atascadero State Hospital. And immediately upon entry, begins praying for death.

Will that do? I wish Ace was here to help me put things into boxes while i take a nice Colorado ski vacation (complete with pirate cat in bikini by the hot tub!). Not Breit

Feb-13-2009 10:47

Well if you were expecting thunderclaps and lightning, today is not your day. However a charming young gentleman ("the name's Master, Acemaster") shows up at your door with an all-expenses paid ski vcacation offer in one hand and a roll of duct tape and a box cutter in the other. He promptly bundles you out of the door and suddenly you find yourself in the middle of a Colorado ski resort hoping like anything that he hasn't invited his friends over for a keg party while you're gone. You look around and spot your cat, only somehow he is wearing a polka dot bikini (yellow, natch) and an eye patch. Smooth.

Now comes the million dollar question - is there any snow outside? You look out the window and - yay! there's lots of snow. Lots and lots of snow. In fact it's a full blown blizzard (pun intended) out there. Management have shut everything down and it's forcast to last another week. Ah well, hopefully the hot tub still works... dare you try it?

Feb-14-2009 20:57

ooooh i forgot to wish! silly me.

ok, i wish to see a shooting star.

Feb-20-2009 10:05

You zee a zooting ztar! Unfortunately for you, it iz comig right at you! Clozer! Clozer! It inchez towardz you. You try to run, but your legz won't move! Halp! Halp! You yell in ze terror, but the zooting star fliez down and bopz you zmack on za noze! Zen, you notize that it is a friendly ztar, juzt having zome fun! Zo, you become ze bezt of friendz. Finally, you ride on hiz back to Zweden, where you will live happily ever after with many half-human/half-zpace-crap babiez. Have fun!

I wizh I waz French, zo I would talk like zis all za time! ;-)