We start one, you see it, become traumatized and become a hermit living in Nova Scotia with a puppy named Molly who sleeps on your head and hides your keys. (where's the corruption? you paid to see the show)



I wish I could go back

you're an absolutely 'adorable' leaf that the wind carries into a dark, smelly sewer. An alligator eats your leg off and you become known around Corpsetown as "the one that got away".




I wish I was photogenic

You are...then you die...from...photos...



I wish for riches and ham!

you get rich ham which makes you very sick.




I wish Jazzy would snuggle with me

He/she does, and you become a cat.




I wish it was summer break.

You learn it then when you sit down to play, the drums disintegrate into dust...they were bought in Corpsetown, whaddya expect.



I wish for a raise

You get "raised".


I think...




I wish for a thinking hat!

you got it...but your Grugg helmet gets jealous and kills it thus sending you into the dementia dimension.





I wish my hands weren't cold

but only after a verrry painful initiation involving a cigarette lighter, bubble gum, a shower cap and an authentic Buck Owens guitar pick.




I wish March didn't blow so much!

Ricky's heart is made of cow manure and he's doing three consecutive life sentences



I wish for more of less

you get more of less until you just don't having ANYTHING anymore!


I wish for a nice makeover!...kinda

Your makeover artist will be Tammy Faye Baker



I wish for fried Trout, Hushpuppies, Cole slaw, fries and SWEEET Tea!!!

ahh! me too!!

Mmmmm... I ain't corruptin' that one! Sounds yummy!

*packs up to leave work, considering stopping by the grocery store and getting stuff to make cajun catfish...stomach growls even louder*

Now I am hungry! Gah!