One person makes a wish. The next person grants the wish but follows it with However: Then he describes all the unwanted consequences that came along with the gift. Then he makes a wish and the next poster does the same. I will start with my wish: I wish were taller
Wish granted. However, you are now an 3/4 of an inch taller than the most of the doorframes in your life, and will spend the rest of your days either having to stoop, or, on those occasions when you forget, bashing just the top of your head on them. Of course, if you're at the right point in your stride, you'll slip under, which will lull you into a false sense of security. I wish I made twice as much money as I do now (which would put me at solid middle class instead of the low-end of things).
Wish granted. However, you had to move to Finland for your new, higher-paying job, and your income tax rate is now 75%. You do get a free cardboard box if you have a baby, though.
Wish granted. However you now live in the year 2933 where robots have finally superceded humans and your knowledge is therefore now completetly irrelevant. I wish that people in this world were more respectful and mindful of each other.
The people in the world are, however the people on the world are the same as they ever were. I wish I had a wish.
Granted! However, the mental strain involved in deciding what to wish for among so many good things and trying to predict the varied ramifications of each wish in detail, gave you a nervous breakdown and you were forcibly institutionalized. Under that circumstance, you absentmindedly wished that the straitjacket were removed and that was immediately granted as had been promised. Problem solved. Heh! Heh! ---------------------------------------------------------- I wish I were rich.
You check up on your forgotten crypto-currencies. Turns out you already were rich, just not anymore. I wish I had a Tom Collins.
Granted! However, since you allowed room for interprataton, instead of a drink, you are presented with this muscle-bound dude named Tom Collins with a large red bowtie around his neck while dancing the Macarena. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wish I wuz a genius!
I ain't even mad. Congratulations! You're now in the top 10% of the smartest people in the world. However, it's not because you're any smarter, the bar has just been lowered considerably.
My bad. I wish I wasn't so flustered by the thought of Macarena-bowties that I remembered to make a wish.
I am not trying to get people mad. I am trying to make people laugh while practicing creativity. My apologies if I came accross that way.
I think Dap was trying to say that the musclebound dancer was even more attractive than the drink would have been.
Sorry about the misunderstanding. I wish I could never make mistakes like that! Wish granted, however, your not being flustered infuriated the chap so much, that he bit you and you had to go to ER for rabies shots. Once there, you were mistaken for another patient, wheeled into the operating room, and unceremoniously submitted to heart bypass surgery despite your vehement protestations. ----------------------- Wish I could play the guitar like Segovia did.
Granted! You now are playing just like Segovia did at his peak. However, the joint tension created by all the finger contortions necessary to do that was detrimental to your arthritic fingers and you invariably wind up screaming in agony for God and mercy after each short performance. I wish I could fly like a bird!
Granted! However, there are so many strangers coming out of the woodwork claiming to be your relatives that you have no peace of mind. Constant phone calls. Telegrams from full black bearded Indian Sikhs claiming blood ties. Telegrams announcing imminent visits from distant cousins in Siberia. Churches claiming you as a member and demanding donations. A host of immediate friends wherever you go smiling and groveling, some calling you brother. You wind up in a monastary in search for tranquility and find a beggar asking for alms under your cot. Sorry! I wish I wuz young and handsome.
Granted. However, you are now the three-year-old in a tuxedo that all the old ladies think are handsome and they will forever mess up your hair, poke you with a little more force than is necessary, and pinch your cheeks. I wish I was capable of understanding women.
Granted however you are now a woman I wish i had parmesan cheese in the fridge (i'mhaving pasta and cheddar just ain the same)
Messed up as this sounds, wouldn't be that different. Granted, but it went bad a month ago. Edit: (Sorry, forgot the second part of this equation) I wish I knew why people like boybands such as *shudder* Justin Bieber
Granted, however the epiphany left you utterly in awe of the Biebs, so much so that you've gone beyond "superfan" into the level that even the other Beleibers consider a little creepy and weird. You bought a jar of his exhaled air on eBay... I wish I had enough money to retire in comfort.
Granted: Now you are the next Bieber, and are probably going to be drowned in the saliva of your underage fanbase. Have fun. I wish I had a neverending beer, nothing domestic though.
Good news, you are now part owner in black market arms deals (Push the T-90's you just got a fresh batch in, so go nuts with a sale.)
