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Post by elle on Oct 4, 2005 8:59:22 GMT -5
Your wish if granted, you move to Siberia. I hear 'tis winter ALOT there. ;D
I wish I was more motivated.
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Post by Bear the Mystic (and cuddly) on Oct 4, 2005 11:03:14 GMT -5
Your wish is granted. However, you are so motivated to sweep floors that you take a broom with you everywhere you go, sweeping people out of your way. You shall never be able to stop long enough to sleep again.
I wish I could sit with all my witchy friends and drink copious amounts of really good liquor
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Post by elle on Oct 4, 2005 11:28:31 GMT -5
Ah, Bear your wish is granted my love! We do indeed take you out and get you, what we term over here in the UK, abosutely paralytic. You decided that we are NOT only too cool for words, but are a d**n sight smarter than you originally thought and we bring you over to the *dark side*. (You have to imagine the Darth Vadar theme music at this stage.)
I wish my husbands family didn't stir up the proverbial s*** this weekend.
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Post by seleena on Oct 4, 2005 14:10:15 GMT -5
Your wish dear Elle is granted. Your husband's family is so sweet and loving and trying to help you that they are driving you crazy. Telling you to sit down, put your feet up, trying to do everything for you that you finally go completely nuts and threaten to turn them all into toads to which they respond, "if it makes you happy, dear, ribbit" You then run screaming out of the house yelling "I'm melting! I'm melting."
I wish I had a magic broom on which to fly to England to visit all my witchy friends anytime I wanted to!
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Post by Bear the Mystic (and cuddly) on Oct 6, 2005 12:08:25 GMT -5
your wish, darlin, is granted. however, your broom only runs on premium fuel and, considering the high cost of gasoline, you can only afford 3/4 tank. You run out of gas 1/2 mile from shore and must ditch the broom in the pond and swim to shore with no hopes of returning until gas drops below $3/gal in the UK...which ain't gonna happen I wish I could do a month's visiting tour of the UK (with a stop in Toronto) to visit all my witchy friends (notice no transport method hehe)
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Post by arwen on Nov 2, 2005 14:46:34 GMT -5
Bear hon,your wish is granted.But we enjoy your Shortbread so much,we capture you and chain you to the oven,forcing you to become our biscuit slave!! ;D ;D
I wish that I could be more confident.xx
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Post by Bear the Mystic (and cuddly) on Nov 2, 2005 17:46:28 GMT -5
Arwen, dear, your wish is granted. however, you become so confident that you throw every man you find attractive to the ground and have your way with him...including the undercover vice cop who takes you straight to jail after allowing you to attack him numerous times I wish I could get out of debt
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Post by arwen on Nov 6, 2005 18:56:53 GMT -5
Bear,your wish is granted and you win the lottery.This however,brings hoards of begging relatives you never knew you had to your door.They camp in tents in your garden and follow you everywhere you go,demanding that you give them money.This slowly drives you to the brink of insanity and you are forced to run away to live in a cave.However,they only one fit for human habitation that you can find is already occupied by Sven the Swedish towel boy and oh,does he like you! ;D ;D
I wish that I could make shortbread!xx
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Post by Bear the Mystic (and cuddly) on Nov 7, 2005 10:45:30 GMT -5
(considering that I make shortbread that my wife says is better than Walker's) Your wish is granted! However, since you're using Bear's recipe, you are swamped with people wanting some of your famous sweets. They are constantly ringing your doorbell at all times of the day and night to the point that you run screaming into the forest and stumble into the cave with Bear and the towel boy. Since you have cursed Bear with Sven, you are now cursed to be the object of Bear affections I wish I had an unlimited supply of my favorite coffee and wine.
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Post by vermindaspirit on Nov 7, 2005 12:22:45 GMT -5
Bear, your wish is my command and you have an ample supply of both your favorite coffee and wine, but you have invited all your friends and their friends to try it out and you end up running out of both coffee and wine before getting a look in....
I wish that i would never have to shape my eyebrows again... ;D...
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Post by elle on Nov 8, 2005 4:03:38 GMT -5
Your wish is granted V. You develop an odd case of alopecia, and your eyebrows fall off. You're now known as *that chick who has no eyebrows. (It was either that or the hair migrates to your upper lip....)
I wish I could buy an investment flat.
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Post by arwen on Nov 10, 2005 4:04:20 GMT -5
Your wish is granted and you purchase the affore mentioned flat.However,you find to your dismay that it is occupied by a group of born again Christian squatters who make it their personal mission to convert you.They harrass you at every turn,forcing you to flee to the cave in the mountains with only Bear and Sven (they have since become bored with me so they turn their attentions to you! ;D ;D)
I wish I could be thinner.xx
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Post by elle on Nov 10, 2005 7:34:39 GMT -5
Congratulations, you've been promoted to my PA. After months of running Christian Fundy interference you've *magically* lost 2 stone, unfortunately you're now concerned about your immortal soul and are contemplating a monastic calling and therefor have no desire for anybody to see your gorgeous new shape. I wish there was less dog hair in my house.
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Post by arwen on Nov 17, 2005 16:34:39 GMT -5
Your wish is granted and there is less dog hair in your house.However,for this to happen,your dog becomes bald and developes a strange fascination with your moisturiser!!!!
I wish I was not so scared of heights.xx
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Post by vermindaspirit on Nov 21, 2005 5:21:20 GMT -5
Arwen your wish is granted and you are turned into a robin to get over that fear but then you are eaten by a bird of pray....
I wish my fingers wernt so cold....
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