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.
Three days and three nights should do it. For behold the prophesy of Layamon:
"In the same time here came a strange token, such as before never came, nor never hitherto since. From heaven here came a marvellous flood; three days it rained blood, three days and three nights. That was exceeding great harm! When the rain was gone, here came another token anon. Here came black flies, and flew in men's eyes; in their mouth, in their nose, their lives went all to destruction; such multitude of flies here was that they ate the corn and the grass. Woe was all the folk that dwelt in the land! Thereafter came such a mortality that few here remained alive."
Better stockpile bug spray and food while you can.
You left them on the path next to the car, when you bent down to check if there was a cause of that noise you were hearing. They're not there now. But I will bring them back to you tomorrow, once I have made copies.
Wish granted, to the fullest extent possible - you are now extremely sleepy a full 23 hours and 59 minutes and 59 seconds sooner than previously. Sleep tight!
He will, but only if feed on the finest caviar and truffles, washed down with a suitable doggie champagne, and regularly given expensive massages. Either your nerves will heal quickly, or completely go to shreds as immanent bankruptcy looms.
You fall into the hands of Ming the Merciless, who at exquisite leisure pulls your fingernails off one by one while demanding that you reveal to him the whereabouts of Flash Gordon, of whom you have never heard. You thank him for the manicure, and ask if he could do something about your toenails also. And getting one's hair cut is such a bother as well...
If only I could be warm again, some time before next June.