Genies are known for their trickery in which they will technically grant a wish but then there are consequences to that wish being granted. A classic example is that somebody will wish for a million dollars, but then we find out the million dollars is stolen from banks.
So, let's take a turn at being those tricky genies, in a way - because we have the internet and imagination (yeah, the wishes, consquences and conditions can get VERY SILLY)!
The beginning poster posts a wish. The person that posts under it grants the wish, but they put in the part that isn't wanted. That person then also puts their own wish and the game continues.
It might look something like this.
Pen:
I wish I had a million dollars.
Simons Mith:
Granted, but the million dollars is stolen from banks.
I wish I never had to pay another utility bill.
Rak:
Granted, but now you live on a boat with pirates.
I wish I had eyes in the back of my head.
And on it goes . . .
So, I'll start with my wish. I wish that I would never get too cold, no matter the temperature.
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The slowing of the Earth's rotation causes earthquakes, tsunamis, droughts, and floods worldwide. Ocean currents that international shipping and stable weather depend on become chaotic, with scientists estimating that they might settle down in a hundred years. Geosynchronous comsats, clocks, timetables, and timezones must all be replaced. Wouldn't it have been simpler to just take some melatonin now and then?
I wish I could leap tall buildings with a single bound.
World peace? That's all very well but Britain would then have no-one to brown-nose (sorry about the verbed noun) and would have even less influence than it has now.
You run into Pygmalion, who is so enraptured with the perfection of your body as a subject for sculpture that before you can say "aetalaG", the force of his artistic vision has transformed you into a marble statue.
If that were so I'd stay clear of your local garage. Your probable hourly rate would be infinitesimal compared with the operating costs of a hydraulic jack, let alone its capital cost. Besides, it's all oily and some cars are really heavy.