The corrupt a wish game

[bowlinggreen]

Wish granted, but you said only for the day.

The next day all the women remember the things you did to them, and post it all on #MeToo.

The trailmaster sexual abuse scandal makes national headlines. While Al Franken and Kevin Spacey are calling for your arrest, a mob of women catches you in the street outside of your apartment. They castrate you with paring knives and then tie you to a lamppost and set you on fire with gasoline as you bleed and scream.

I wish for my own private space station.

[bubbs999]

Originally Posted by bowlinggreen

Wish granted. But then Pence as President institutes Christian reform laws for the USA, the phenomenon sweeps the western world, and a multinational Moral Police agency begins to scour all that is "unclean" from society, including porn. One day you discover that you can't get on to VEF. But your attempt to log on has been noted. Later, the morals police kick down your door and seize your computer and all of your porn mags and films. You are carted off to Morals Prison for rehabilitation, and the only woman you see again for 10 years is a 300 pound guard named Myrna, who has a face like the ass end of a garbage truck.

I wish I had a device that would instantly teleport me to a beautiful deserted tropical island and back at the touch of a button, so I could escape the cold winter at will, whenever I needed a few hours of tropical warmth.

Thank you - but - I would have liked some details about 'El Presidento' being savaged and eaten by the Tiger

[bubbs999]

I wish for my own private space station.

Wish Granted.

You win a NASA lottery prize to test the first private luxury space station. You orbit earth, without a care in the world - until....
The re-entry rockets malfunction, sending you deep into un-charted space.
You hurtle through the Cosmos, until suddenly you come to a halt. The air-lock starts opening, and you think that a rescue mission has come to rescue you - but - it's Aliens from the planet Zaaaarrgg.

They take you to their homeworld, where their top scientists poke, prod and examine you. The intergallactic supreme leader has you brought to his palace - so he can probe you thoroughly (because he's a kinky sod).

You spend the rest of your days in an alien zoo, being gawked at by Zaaaarrgg school children, who throw alien 'peanuts' at you (that taste like shit).

I wish for Cheryl Cole to give a press conference, admitting that she's an over-paid, self abrorbed, talentless singer - apologise to the world, then dowse herself in petrol and combust.

[trailmaster]

I wish for Cheryl Cole to give a press conference, admitting that she's an over-paid, self abrorbed, talentless singer - apologise to the world, then dowse herself in petrol and combust.

Wish granted, but just as Cheryl is about to cover herself in petrol all of the press people run up, tear the petrol can out of her hands and say that they think she is the most beautiful woman they have ever seen, and the greatest singer and dancer they have ever seen, and present her with a trunk full of gold coins, signed checks for tens of thousands of dollars, and audition requests from all agents from the U.S and the U.K.

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I wish that I could live on Rottnest Island which is 15 kilometers off the southwestern coast of the Australian city of Perth. I would be the gamekeeper for the quokka enclosure. I would protect these cute and wonderful little marsupials and keep them from being harmed by evil tourists. I would have my own house and car all paid for by the Australian government.

[bowlinggreen]

Wish granted, but when poachers arrive to do a little quokka hunting, you have to face them unarmed - The Australian government does not trust Americans with guns. You try to attack them with a stick while screaming threats, but it is to no avail.

Laughing, the poachers drop their packs full of bloody quokka skins and proceed to use you for target practice. After perforating you with several bullet holes, they drag you screaming and bleeding to a handy seaside cliff and throw you over.

Since this is also where they threw the skinned quokkas, there are sharks circling below. It's only a few minutes before you reenter the food chain at a much lower level.

I wish I owned my own newspaper.

[old alal]

Wish granted, you get a copy of every newspaper published today delivered to your door. over 3000 of them, for you to choose from. It takes you 3 years to decide which one you want, and when you do decide it is out of print.

The weight of the paper in your hallway breaks your front door and local thugs walk in and steal everything of value from your house, while you are reading.

I wish I could answer correctly the $64000 question asked by everybody with over $64000 to give me.

[trailmaster]

Wish granted. You have won 64,000 dollars in pennies. That's equal to 6,400,000 pennies. Lot of luck dragging those big bags to the bank!


I wish I was the owner of my own island paradise, and this island is not near any areas of the Pacifc or Atlantic or Indian Ocean that have hurricanes or dormant or active volcanoes, or continental shifts that might cause earth or sea quakes.

[Sir Honkers]

Originally Posted by trailmaster

I wish I was the owner of my own island paradise, and this island is not near any areas of the Pacifc or Atlantic or Indian Ocean that have hurricanes or dormant or active volcanoes, or continental shifts that might cause earth or sea quakes.

Granted. Unfortunately you forgot to also wish for a breathable atmosphere on the planet where that paradise exists. You die slowly and horribly of corrosion of your lungs.
I wish every shop I spend fifty dollars in, would give me a hundred dollars in legal tender in change.

[bowlinggreen]

Wish granted. For every transaction you now receive double dollars in change - Zimbabwean dollars, that is. And ONLY Zimbabwean dollars, wherever you go.

It's not long before your pocketbook is starting to look pretty shabby. And you develop a deep neurosis about getting change.

One day, you just lose it, and flip when somebody hands you yet another Zimbabwean bill. After beating the poor store clerk half to death, you are arrested by the police, and since you have all of this foreign currency in your pocket, you are presumed to be some sort of terrorist. It's off to one of those "black" third world holding facilities for you, where you moulder for the next 15 years.

I wish I could be transported back to New York in the 1920s with a big pocketful of 1920s US money, so I could spend a week enjoying the sights and the culture as it was back then.

[trailmaster]

Wish granted, but you know that when you go back in time there are always consequences. You come back to 1920, but arrive right in the middle of a gangster shootout between "Dutch" Schultz and "Lucky" Luciano. You are shot full of holes by machine guns, pistol fire and shotguns, and then run over by one of the gansters fleeing the scene. Your blood riddled and smashed body is never identified. Your body is just dumped into a shallow grave in Potters field ( a graveyard for un-identifed people).


I wish one of our space scientists could discover a new fuel system that would allow spaceships to be built that could reach other planets in our solar system in just days instead of years. Then we could start to really investigate the other planets for deposits of rich minerals.