Dad picked, "I wish I could perform with an African-American church choir."
(He seriously does. He had to live vicariously through me in college, when I was a member of the Ebony Singers. Yes, really. Stop laughing! Why y'all gotta waste my flava? Damn.)
Anyway, once you took a wish, you were supposed to write one on a piece of paper and place it back in the hole.
My dad, a lifelong civil rights and social justice advocate, wrote: "I wish Newt Gingrich's balls would fall off."
See? It's not my fault I'm like this.
P.S. Dad has been writing a mini-memoir on his blog this month. Go read it or your balls
*I say might, Newt, because I don't know how powerful the juju of those ribbons is.**
**But Neuenschwander apparently means "new land cleared of forest," which sure sounds like a euphemism for castration--or, at least, a bikini wax--to me.