Corrupt A Wish
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.
Granted. You get the 8 extra hours for sleeping, so that you would have time to do muchmore of all the funny things after But the bad thing is, you are now out of work. The 8 extra hours you slept, was the day you were supposed to be at work for an important meeting. But because you did not call and say that you wouldn' t make it, you got fired.
I wish the stupid insurance companies would replace my totaled car because the wreck was not my fault.
Well...I can't grant that wish because I am waiting on the same thing!! Ahhh! I know how you feel, wasn't my fault either!
I wish I was on vacation with my husband and daughter instead of dealing with insurance claims, adjusters, and the rest of that crap!
Suddenly you meet a new guy at the insurance company. Obviously someone new in the job. You present him with your problem, and he smiles and say that surely you will have your car replaced. He promises to arrive with the replacement the next day, so that it will be there when you return from work. - if you were just signing the papers here...
Surprised about the sudden change in the relationship with the insurance company, you happily sign for the deal.
Next day you return from work, and look very surprised at the new bike that stands in front of your garage. You walk in, and ask the kids, and they tell you that some hours ago, a guy arrived, and left the bike there in front of the garage. Puzzled you ask them how he looked, and realize it must have been the man from the insurance company....
Immediately you pick up the phone, and call him, but you get no answer. When you get in touch with him the next day, he says to you: "What else would you expect in exchange for the car? It was a complete wreck! You'd be happy you got something at all. Besides, it's obvious you needed some excercise. And, the bike will be cheaper to use as well....."
When you try to say something, the guy answers: "We had an agreement. Remember you signed?...." - and then he puts on the phone.
I wish I was granted 8 weeks of holiday, with payment.
Granted. You get 8 weeks paid vacation. Unfortunately, your 8 weeks vacation was set up to go to France. While you're having a good time, an incident breaks out in which the government and the people are in a civil war. You are caught in between the fighting and can't come back to the U.S. until the fighting has stopped. You are getting paid but the money is going ino your bank account in the U.S. Hope you have enough money to last a while in France!
I wish my arm wasn't messed up so I could play my guitar again.
Wolf Girl 22
Ta-Da! Your arm isn't messed up any more. So you take out your guitar and play, later someone hears you and ask's you if you want to be famous. Ofcorse you say yes and less than a month later your about to do your first show. You're on stage playing and jump off stage without thinking, No one is there so no one catches you and you fall and guess what! You mess up your arm again. Too bad.
I wish I had didn't have wirters block.
Your writers block ends. But unfortunately now you cannot stop writing. It becomes an obsession and you go mad, writing on the walls and tables. You forget to eat or sleep and your friends commit you to a pysch ward.
I wish it could snow and be 70 degrees out at the same time.
Didn't you know that it can?
Surprise! You and the whole family get transferred to Florida, where it's a LOT more than 70 degrees at any time. The welcoming committee pulls out the snow machine and in your honor, decks the whole neighborhood in 2 feet of the white stuff.
Bad news for you: The moving van can't plow throw snow up to the driver's door. So all your stuff gets turned around and sits at the airport (or moving company) until you figure out where it is and try to bail it out a second time.
Worse news for you: None of your neighbors have snow shovels and so they are housebound until the welcome committee runs out of money and white stuff. They can't go to work or school, can't go out to get food, the pipes freeze, et cetera, et cetera. Consequently, a number of your neighbors hold a grudge against you until the next freeze, at which time they pummel you, your family and your house with frozen oranges. Ouch! Might want to toughen up by having a pitching machine target you for a few days (or months).
I wish that Fred the Rottweiler wouldn't carry my shoes off and eat them.
(O_O hot dayum, luc.)
Granted! Fred the Rottweiler stops carrying off your shoes to eat them and goes right to the source. One evening you wake up to find your feet chewed off. :3
I wish it wasn't so hard to find a job. :/
Kathryn Gumshoe the 7th
It's not so hard to find a job. In fact, there is a company offering plenty of positions. You take one of them. A week later, the company is bankrupt and up for foreclosure.
I wish my cat would stop meowing outside the window so I could rest in peace.
Joy to the World!! ;-D
Kitty no longer meows outside your window, so you can now 'rest in peace,' so to speak, and has run off to go meow (or in kitty's case, yowl at the top of kitty's lungs ;-) at another window halfway cross town (mind that flying boot headin' your way, kitty! youch!! that stings!! ;-).
Now why, your brilliant detective mind asks, would kitty run off to a window so far away?? Simple, (s)he witnessed your murder through your window by the notorious lefty Joseph "Zeal" Zeo, and is now terrified out of what's left of poor kitty's nine lives. Sounds like bad ol' "Zeal" left a loose end around, and kitty's hittin' the road before Jack the Kitty-Napper can strike again....
The good news in this whole saga is that you don't hafta worry bout kitty's meowing (or yowling, for that matter) at your particular window, any more, ad infinitum.
Bad news is, yer on your way to a funeral. Your own. Would you like pink roses or black ones?? ;-)
(And you'll have a lovely window in your crypt that your spirit can look out of for all eternity. You can be furious forever and ever when another kitty comes by at two in the morning to meow for you. Don't you feel special?? ;-D
I wish I could get psyched up about Christmas.