Tough Times Call for Tough Measures

The tough economy has reached all the way to the North Pole and even Santa is feeling the pinch. He has been forced to downsize by laying off many of the elves. Then when production was outsourced he got a bunch of incompetent elves filling requests.

It will work like this. Your wish in the comments. The next commenter will play Santa and grant your request but mess it up somehow before leaving his own request.

Example:

Lime said...
I'd like to go back to the Hershey Spa.

G-man said...
Granted, but your spa technicians will not be using body wraps with chocolate. They'll be trying their new sauerkraut mixture.
I want a new Harley.

Susie said...
Granted but it's painted pink, has a wicker basket on the front and can't go over 10 miles an hour.
I want to go to India now.


Got it?

I Got Nothin...

So today we're going to play a weird little game of making wishes come true. I learned this from Snavy a long time ago. It's played like this...

The first person makes a wish. The next commenter makes that wish come true but with a weird twist and then makes his or her own wish, which is then granted by the next commenter with a weird twist, and so on and so forth.

For example.

Lime says: I wish I could eat all the chocolate I wanted and never get fat.

G-man says: Wish granted but all the chocolate tastes like liver and canned peas. I wish could go back to Florida.

Signgurl says: Wish granted but you're going to stay in the Everglades, dressed in a suit of porkchops. I wish.....

Get it? Ok, here goes...

I wish I could be on a beach right now...