M.S. Bellows, Jr.I hope John Roberts can't watch the NFL playoff games today because he has explosive diarrhea.
I hope John Roberts ran outside this morning in his underwear to grab the paper, realized the door had locked behind him, walked barefoot and freezing to the back door to see if that was open, realized it wasn't, froze for half an hour before his wife woke up, slipped and fell on the ice banging on the window, and spent the day groaning in bed with sciatica.
I hope John Roberts' furnace breaks today.
I hope John Roberts broke a glass and cut his finger while mixing his Manhattan tonight.
I hope John Roberts' wife notices a weird pimple on the shaft of his penis as they're about to make love tonight, tells him she has a headache, excuses herself to the bathroom, and quietly starts googling the words "syphilis" and "chancre."
I hope John Roberts' hemorrhoid flared up really badly today and even bled through his suit pants a little.
I hope John Roberts' cat threw up in his bed last night.
irrational methodAfter having a dying cat who threw up twice a day, often including the early morning hours in our bed, while we were sleeping in it, for at least 6 weeks, I wouldn't wish th... yeah, John Roberts deserves this.
@IrrationalMethod When I wrote that, I consciously thought "but the cat's okay."
Oh yeah, John Roberts' cat is perfectly healthy in this wish. I'm not wishing anything on the cat. But also the cat knows how terrible John Roberts is and gives itself a hairball on a nightly basis.