The Evil Genie game

Granted, Jeff Black.
But I wish you were the constant victim of self-deception.

Your wish is granted. $1,000,000 in confederate money.

I leave one wish here to continue the game as Senor has not made a wish yet.

Pecker Granted. But you will get mugged the next day.

Senor granted. But wishing something bad on another causes bad karma.

Dreamer granted. You made no wish, so I imagine you wished about being able to breathe underwater.
Unfortunetly, the water smells bad.

I wish that I had superman's abilities with none of his weaknesses.

Granted Jeff. But you lose the ability to allow your heart to melt.
(And my earlier wish was not well expressed ... it did not, I hope, invite bad karma.)

I wish that senor rubirosa would stop forgetting to make a wish.

Your wish is granted, Alex, but he forgot already.

I wish I was a mite in Madonna's pubes.

Your wish is granted, but Madonna is about to have an anti-insectiside Mikva bath.

I wish that I were more alert on this board.

Granted, rubi, but within an hour Rob_E will make improvements that will leave you totally confused.

I wish I owned a Starbuck's shop.

Granted, Pecker, but you will be charged with a mass case of diareah when the police realize you added too much milk to your Frappe latte mocca La boheme chinos.

I wish that I was a music sensation.

Granted. *Poof* You are Weird Al Yankovic.

I wish I was Tina Onassis's husband.

Granted Dreamer, but as soon as you two get together, she has a bad car accident and ends up being in a deep coma.

I wish I could be invited to Shakespeare's Globe Theater to perform with Alan Rickman.

Granted Cinnamon, but he eats garlic before every performance.

I wish I could tap dance.

Granted, COLJohn, but you will never be able to stop, dancing 24 hours a day until you expire from exhaustion.

I wish I could change appearance, chameleon-like, at will.

Granted, Alex8, but you change to Bea Arthur, Totie Fields, and Ysaser Arafat.


I wish Troy Donahue would make his long-awaited comeback.

Your wish is granted, but it's in a sophomoric straight-to-video sex comedy shot over little more than a weekend and titled "Assault of the Party Nerds". Oh no, hang on, that's what actually happened. Other than that, modern audiences tend to prefer living actors in new releases...

I wish that living yetis would be discovered tomorrow.