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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.

Feb-5-2011 21:09

(Inappropriate apostrophe placement. Typing too fast. Oops.)

Apr-14-2011 11:02

The dog poops diamonds, and the value of diamonds receeds to that of dog turd, leaving you with a very hard form of excrement to deal with.

I live in Japan and have been suffering electrical blackouts, I with the world had limitless, free, clean energy to power our homes and cure poverty.

Apr-15-2011 19:19

You have suffered from exposure to severe radiation and have a prognosis of less than 1 month to live. TEPCO has settled with you for over 20 Million U.S.D. to do with as you see fit, and have agreed to provide you with limitless, nuclear energy for life without interruption.

I wish my neighbors would not mow their lawns at 6 am as they begin at the closest spot next to my bedroom window.

Apr-15-2011 23:48

You go to a shadowy figure, and ask for help, and he gives you a secret remedy that he says will solve all your problems. You pour out the remedy on the lawn of your neighours, and the lawn starts growing like hell.
Your neighbours sue you for your act, and you are sentenced to pay someone to move the lawn for the neighbours, as it needs to be moved every half hour. Only in the night, the price is too high, so you will have to move the lawn of your neighbours from 6pm until 8am - thereby also hindering that your neighbours will move their lawns at 6am in the morning. (as you do it)

I wish to be a happy child without someone starting to see me as an object for something not apropriate to mention in sleuthville.

Apr-16-2011 02:05

Well,you grow up, work hard,save lots of money,get a gender reassignment surgery and start to see others as objects for something not apropriate to mention in sleuthville...

I wish I can find my Twin Soul...

Apr-18-2011 22:18

You do find your Twin Soul who turns out to your actual physical twin brother, who was adopted by different parents at the time of your births.

I wish there were 36 hours in a day.

Apr-18-2011 22:52

You get wish and immediately after you are arrested and sentenced on trumped up charges to 2/3 of the day hard labor for life.

Wish people weren't so uptight and grouchy.

Apr-18-2011 23:55

Your wish is granted but the consequences are far worse than anticipated. People are exceedingly friendly, so much so it makes everyone uncomfortable. Personal space is deemed obsolete as everyone stands close enough to spit on you when they talk. The worst part is with all the outgoing, friendly people pick up lines that were previously just content in comedy skits are readily used in all night life venues. Oh the horror!

I wish that I didn't always hurt my hands and wrists training and that making the 147 pound limit was easier.

Apr-19-2011 03:24

Your wish is granted, and your body swells up to 147 pounds, and your mussles start growing even more, so you reach the 160 pounds, 180 pounds, the 200 pounds, the 250 pounds, the 300 pounds.
Even then your mussles dont stop growing and you reach 400 pounds and 500 pounds, and, unfortunately, now your big mussles seem to be in the way, so you cannot anymore get both your hands and wrists to reach the pounching bag at the nearly same time.

Finally your hands and wrists stop hurting during the training.
Disappointed about this, you stop training, and your swallowed mussles seem to shrink again, only that half of them seem to be replaced by fat.

Unfortunately, when you were at your strongest, you made a lot of enemies, that envied your strength, and one of them, realizing you have become an easier target, pounches you in your stomach, and you end up on the sofa, hurting heavily, knowing for sure have said a final goodbye to the time with hurting hands and wrists struggling to get past the 113 pounds.

Apr-19-2011 18:47

thats funny! my issue unfortunately is that I walk around at 185 and fight at 147 :(

I didn't hear a wish in there though... so!

I wish that driving was an unmanned process so cars drive themselves and we can kick back and read the newspaper or something.