I hope your light turns green just as a long funeral procession starts coming through

I hope your frog croaks.

You hope him frog croak?

Dead mouse family in your duct.
Dog shit transfer from heel to pant leg to car seat to fingers when your nostril is gummed with crusty boogs.

I hope your conjoined twin gets a really bad case of Montezuma's Revenge.

I hope you drop the ice cream off your cone.

I hope you lose your whistle.

I hope someone steals your lollipop.

I hope you get sunburn. On yer ballsack.

I hope you get a bland batch of Cheez-its.

I hope that, when secretly picking your nose in a public place, you pull out a long string of bogey attached to the crusty bit you're trying to remove just when you notice someone's looking at you.

I hope your family signs up for a reality show and they hire someone else to play you!

I'd be glad!

I hope you were hoping for something else.

I hope my autobiography is a best-seller and I spelled your name wrong ON PURPOSE.
And I did make your willy sound gimpy.

I hope Westboro baptist church attends your funeral

Damn, man.

I hope you get bitten by an aroused capybara.

I hope the ex you dropped when she had cancer comes back in good health and, having joined the executive level of your company, decides that your skills aren't sufficient for the project that could really validate you.