Corrupt Wish Game!!

  • Sputnik! *

You smash the world marathon record by 10 minutes, but the record was for eating girant slugs culled from New York’s finest sewers (the previous record was only 47 seconds). You are reviled by everybody ‘cause you’re “that guy that ate all those slugs.” You become a proponent of slugs’ rights and are laughed out of every organization you try to make connections with.

Oh, and you can now spell every single character word correctly. Congratulations.

I wish this was the last post in the thread.

*GROINK *

That was indeed the last post in this thread – till this one! And this will be the last.

Until the next one. And then the next one. And so it will go, post after post, page after page, last after last, till the hamsters grow old and gray.

I’m still easily distracted, but not enough to forget I didn’t get my wish.

ETF, you ARE NOT distracted from anything! You pick up on EVERY subtle nuance of every thread and every post! The sheer magnitude of this drives you to insanity.
I wish I was Jimi Hendrix… back in the day…

whooop

Jimi Hendrix… back in the day… that he died… an early death… before his genius was fully appreciated

I wish for world peace.

The world raises two fingers at you. The wrong way around, though.

I wish for a lifetime supply of chocolate. (Err … a long and enjoyable lifetime, that is.)

The chocolate contains Potassium Benzoate. And gives you diabetes, leading to the amputation of your limbs, sensory organs, and genitals.

I wish for superpowers.

You now have the combined Superpowerts of Matter-Eater Lad, Bouncing Boy, and Squirrel Girl. Aren’t we special? :stuck_out_tongue:

I wish to be a Mad Scientist, complete with Frankenstein’s Monster, Atomic Mutation Beam, Jeckyl/Hyde Potion, and 1920’s Style Death Ray! BWA-HA-HA-HA! FOOLS! THEY MOCKED ME, BUT I’LL SHOW THEM ALL!

All hail Mad Scientist Supreme Bosda! Lord of the comic pages! Doomed to an eternity in the two-dimensional world of a comic book – until the 12-year-old who owns it discovers girls and throws it in the dumpster.

I wish the plumber would get here.

The plumber has arrived. He shows so much crack you become ill.

I wish for so motivation today.

zowie

You’re filled with motivation… to finish a thousand projects you’ve been meaning to finish. But there’s not enough hours in the day… but you’ve got to get them done… but no time… MUST FINISH… tick, tick, tick… AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! BOOM! Head explodes…
I wish I could quit smoking.

  • dingdingding *

A hurricane dumps about a million gallons of water on you, extinguishing both your cigarette and your smouldering clothing. Got any soap?

I wish for whirled peas.

bingalingaling

Your peas become whirled. So does the rest of your dinner. As well as your cabin. As well as the whole cruise ship you’re on, since it just entered a gigantic vortex. Enjoy the rest of your vacation at the bottom of the Bermuda Triangle.

I wish upon a star. Makes no difference who I are. When I wish upon a star, my dreeeeeeeams come truuuuuuue.

Your dreams come true, to bad all you have are nightmares.

I wish I didn’t have to work tonight.

Freeeee-owwwww…

You don’t have to work tonight … because you’re fired.

I wish I could get paid for not working.

Piaf

You are paid for not working. In fact, they pay you not to move a muscle, in wich two problem arises:

Your muscles turn to Jello and you find yourself as a puddle on the floor, Or

Since you need to eat and drink, and you cannot move a muscle, you die of malnourashment, dehydration sitting in your own shit and piss.
I wish i could find a brand new car, for only a dollar. Its owner believes it is haunted, therefore wants to get rid of it.

  • A-OOOOOO-GAH *

One car for one dollar, coming right up!

And up, and up, as the poltergeist that haunts it takes it for a spin – around your head.

I wish I had a bag of Hershey’s Kisses right now.

tickletickletick

The bag is 20 feet long and contains Hershey, the Lovesick Hippo, who slobbers you with wet sloppy kisses the consistency of wet mucous waterfalls.

I wish that my wish gets transferred to the next poster.

Knowed Out’s secret desire to be ‘Bippy the Beardless’ has sudenly changed me from ‘Uncle Harry Scrotum’ to ‘Bippy the Beardless’.

I wish that nobody will ever remember that I was ‘Uncle Harry Scrotum’ before 11-05-2003 11:51 AM. and just think that I was always ‘Bippy the Beardless’.

Chim–Chim–Cheree

Nobody remembered that you were ‘Uncle Harry Scrotum’ before 11-05-2003 11:51 AM. until you went and reminded us all. Now we’re all pointing and giggling… hairy… BEARDLESS!!! Bwahahahaha
I wish Dolores Claiborne finds a cool new user name.

*Sproinnnnngggg *

Dolores Claiborne becomes the utterly cool Ice Wolf – until the real Ice Wolf finds out and grinds her bones.

I wish my clients would just give me payments without expecting me to actually do the work to earn them.