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Post by quoll on Nov 7, 2007 5:10:52 GMT
You are selected for extreme make-over and you go to Hollywood to be all pampered and made extra super beautiful however, in the operating theatre they mistake you for the next patient who was in for gender reassignment.
I wish I could go home
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Post by GreenEyesToo on Nov 7, 2007 19:55:13 GMT
You can. But your old area has been concreted over, all your friends have moved to South America, you've forgotten how to use English money, no-one understands your Aussie twang, and you can't go back to Aus because someone else's biometric data has been put on your passport and you're arrested for identity fraud.
I wish I had a view of the sea.
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Post by ree on Nov 8, 2007 8:19:52 GMT
You now have a lovely open view of the sea from your front
window, and a disturbing view of your scantily clad neighbors
frolicking in the waves.
I wish I could ice skate.
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Post by GreenEyesToo on Nov 8, 2007 19:11:53 GMT
You can! But you're so good, everyone else is jealous when you win every ice-skating competition, they get up a petition to ban you from every ice-rink so you can't practise any more, and you start coming last in every new competition you enter - so you finally sell your skates and take up knitting instead.
I wish I owned a film studio
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Post by ree on Nov 11, 2007 5:44:19 GMT
Surprise! You've just inherited your own studio.
You want to produce great new Indie films, but the
first one is a dud, you are in the red, and have to
resort to making instructional films about hygiene
for the food industry.
I wish I could have cosmetic surgery.
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Post by GreenEyesToo on Nov 11, 2007 16:48:32 GMT
You can - but your surgeon decides he wants someone to "star" in a promotional film, gets you sign an authority when you're already woozy from the anaesthetic, and too late you find out he's made it a phone-in show where people get to bid on the surgery he performs on you...and you end up six foot three, with huge boobs, a rounded bottom, a stomach so tight you can't sit down, eyebrows so high you can't close your eyes, and a smile so wide if you ate some food, you'd swallow your own ear-lobes.
I wish I was a world-famous singer
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Post by ree on Nov 11, 2007 22:29:05 GMT
You DO become a world famous singer!
The famous Yodeling Brit! You yodel and
yodel, and still they beg for more. Eventually
you loose the ability to speak, and must communicate
exclusively through yodeling. Rufus finds this to be very
annoying, so he regretfully calls off the wedding.
I wish I could track down my French relatives living
in Versailles and in the French Alps.
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Post by GreenEyesToo on Nov 12, 2007 21:38:34 GMT
You do, but then you discover that they belong to a remote religious sect that doesn't allow its members to watch TV, use the internet or idolise actors - especially tall, dark-haired, green-eyed ones. They're nice people, but....Nice People versus Rufus? No contest!
I wish I wasn't so cold this evening.
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Post by ree on Nov 13, 2007 4:29:38 GMT
 . Amish French, I had no idea! Suddenly you don't feel cold at all, in fact you feel quite warm and cozy, at first. You become warmer and warmer until you are finally quite feverish, and your temperature spikes at 107 degrees. It appears that you've developed a nasty addiction to all things Rufus! In the interest of your good health you are now forced to limited yourself to a maximum of one Rufus photo per day, and the choice of one film, or theatre performance a week. You can, however, also listen to one audio per week. Unfortunately you are now cold again. I wish I could travel to exotic lands. |
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Post by magicallife on Nov 13, 2007 14:32:09 GMT
Surprise! An anonymous benefactor has arranged for you to take a year off from work and funded your travel to your choice of exotic places. As you are globe trotting, you discover that every place you go has no access to television, DVDs or theaters, so you must go a whole year without any Rufus.
I wish I lived in NYC for 6 months of the year. Starting now.
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Post by GreenEyesToo on Nov 13, 2007 20:47:51 GMT
Hey presto! You are given the keys to a luxury penthouse suite in NYC's top hotel - but while playing with all the high-tech gadgets you accidentally crash the hotel's communications system. Unfortunately, also staying at the hotel are the custodians of 20 billion dollars' worth of gold bullion, and so there is a complete lockdown until the comms are back up....by which time Rufus has got fed up waiting for the strike to be over, and has come home to England!
I wish I could paint.
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Post by cinemasista on Nov 16, 2007 7:36:55 GMT
Poof! You become a painter! But your paintings don't draw any worth until after you are dead... =(
I wish I could win an academy award.
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Post by magicallife on Nov 16, 2007 15:24:16 GMT
My dear, you have just been awarded the Oscar for Best Actress in a Leading Roll for your part in the film version of "The Time-Traveler's Wife," co-starring Rufus Sewell as your husband. Unfortunately, with all the excitement of the evening, you have ignited your own time-traveling abilities and disappear from your seat right in front of the cameras just as you were to go to the podium to accept.
I wish I had an unlimited, totally free shopping pass at Macy's.
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Post by GreenEyesToo on Nov 16, 2007 20:49:53 GMT
You get your wish - but just as you turn up to claim all your goodies, the staff all decide to go on strike in support of the stage-hands....and your pass is only valid for one day. Sorry!
I wish I could spend a day with Tom Stoppard
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Post by quoll on Nov 28, 2007 19:58:10 GMT
Your wish is granted. You arrange to meet Tom for lunch in Soho but when you arrive you discover he has a nasty case of laryngitis and isnt able to say a word the whole afternoon.
I wish that the drought would break
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