Monday, October 08, 2007

Twisted Wish

I found a great game that given time might even compete with Wendy Wing's casting calls.

It is called "Twisted Wish".

Here's how it works:

1) I will start by stating a wish.
2) The first person to comment will "grant" my wish... in a twisted, mean, and (hopefully) funny way.
3) They will then state their wish.
4) The next person "grants" their wish and states their own, and on and on.

I borrowed this idea from a forum I frequent, and it is very entertaining.

Since I only have 3 readers (and I think one of them is me!), perhaps they could point people my way to join in the fun. The more the merrier!

I will do the first two so you get the idea.


My Wish:
I wish for peace between nations

(Now go read the comments)

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At October 08, 2007 7:50 PM, Blogger Dave said...


There is peace between nations, but now all the countries are sending gifts of fruitcake and prune juice, and Tony Blair's mother in law is hanging out in your living room.

My wish:

I wish the wax in my ear would go away.


At October 09, 2007 12:28 AM, Blogger Reflekshins said...


All of the wax in your ears have melted into a fine sheet of hot wax trickling down and covering your entire back before solidifying into your worst back waxing nightmare, but alas, now you will be able to hear the sheer pain of your screams with your newfound ear reception as the wax is removed from your back.

My wish:

I wish the Chicago Bears will win the Superbowl this season.

At October 09, 2007 7:42 PM, Blogger Dave said...


The Bears win the super bowl... only its one frickin' big toilet, and they spend the year as champions giving each other swirlies!

I wish my favorite tie didn't have a stain on it.

At October 10, 2007 12:10 AM, Blogger Reflekshins said...

Your favorite tie is stain-free, but unbeknownst to you it was because your tongue was turned into a powerful instrument of cleaning while you were sleeping . . . and it also seems that much more than your tie is stain free as you notice a shining kitchen sink, your sons' radiant shoes, the carpet that's ten shades lighter, your oil-free driveway and the morning news has just announced the complete disappearance of the city landfill.

I wish could eat sushi every day.

At October 10, 2007 5:31 PM, Blogger Jillian said...


You are eating sushi every day.

However, the bacteria on the flesh of the raw fish has been multiplying rapidly in your lower intestine, and even now is developing into a poop-sucking life form that, when it's finished growing, will have taken up approximately 39% of your internal body space, leaving you to cope with life in a motorized wheelchair and perpetually bad breath.

My wish:

I wish Hillary Clinton would move to Siberia.

At October 10, 2007 9:47 PM, Blogger Dave said...

Granted. Hillary Clinton has moved to Siberia, taking her puppet husband with her.

Umm.. something mean... something mean... Nope! Sedning her to Siberia is good enough for me! LOL

But, in the spirit of the game:

Her bag of hot wind melts all of the ice and snow causing the level of the oceans to rise by three feet, causing global flooding, huge pool parties. Bill becomes first weenus when Hillary is elected chief platypus of the newly discovered city of Atlantis.

I wish I had more time to write.

At October 10, 2007 9:57 PM, Blogger Reflekshins said...


Hillary Clinton moves to Siberia three years into her term as President of the United States of America and settles into the European White House (satellite branch) to better facilitate the invasions of Ukraine, Chechnya, etc. Meanwhile, all of the remaining Americans (mostly women and children) are working in Target sweat shops to fulfill the 51st state's (Russia's) demand for Western goods.

I wish that the Bear becomes the next president of the United States.

At October 10, 2007 10:02 PM, Blogger Dave said...

YES! A Hillary double whammy!

The Bear is elected the next president and immediately decrees gum and suckers to be the national food. All good for you foods are outlawed, and root beer is piped to households nationwide.

Nobody is allowed to go to bed without going potty, reading Dick and Jane, and having Pooh Bear and Elmo do a show.

Video games become the only available job, and anyone caught not playing has to go into time out.

I repeat my wish to have more time to write.

At October 12, 2007 11:37 PM, Blogger Reflekshins said...

Dave now has more time to write as he is the sole survivor of the world bee flu holocaust. Five years have now passed and just as all hope is lost, an alien race surveying the deathly silence of Planet Earth picks up on Dave's vital signs. As they usher him on board their alien craft, Dave learns that these aliens are book publishers. He notices one of the titles in the ship's library called "How to Serve Man." David is then given a box of donuts before bed time.

At October 13, 2007 10:44 AM, Blogger Dave said...

AS Shane neglected to enter a wish, his wish is granted. He gets nuthin, nada, bupkis!

I wish some other people would join us!

At October 20, 2007 10:11 PM, Blogger Reflekshins said...

shane and dave wake up "joined" at the hip. Apparently in the middle of the night we were drugged, kidnapped, and surgically connected by unknown blog rogues.

I wish I had a Heineken Dark beer.

At October 23, 2007 8:46 PM, Blogger Dave said...

Your beer is morphs into to hiney skin beer. Brew-ala-bum they call it. You see, the twisted wish fairy is hard of hearing.

I wish I could sleep for a week.

At October 24, 2007 4:04 PM, Anonymous Strude said...


You fall into a deep, peaceful slumber that lasts a week. Okay, it's not so much sleep as it is a coma. It seems you slipped in the shower and hit your head. When you awake you have a nasty fear of water and all bathing implements. You may be rested, but you don't smell so good.

I wish I was thin.

At October 24, 2007 10:00 PM, Blogger Dave said...

Thin you are... WAFER thin. So thin you become 2-dimensional, and you blow away in the wind like so much used floss.

I wish I had more money for Christmas shopping.

At November 28, 2007 10:25 AM, Blogger mk99 said...

Your wish is granted. You have won the lottery to spend all you wish on Christmas shopping for all your friends and family.

Unfortunately, your lottery ticket was left in your jeans pocket and laundered into nothing but lint dust. You are so upset you drown your sorrows in beer and nachos until you can't see or think straight. All the while your lottery ticket was really in the other pair of jeans waiting for discovery.

I wish for snow.


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