Granted. You mailed it to me. Too bad I've got a $1300 a day Faberge egg habit. I'll know when I've had enough.
I wish I knew something about farming, so I could appear to be somewhat valuable at my new job, and not just a total newb. D'oh.
I Wish... You Were A Frog
Granted, but the boss at your new job thinks your too good and uses his connections with the italian moffia and they torture you to the point of insanity by throwing endless amonts of tomatoes at your croch.
I wish my mom will never take my computer away or put a lock on it!
Granted. She blows it up.
I wish for a hundered cans of Root Beer.
Granted, but it's all flat.
I wish I could shoot laser beams from my nipples.
Granted, but this is a constant effect. Therefore, you kill everyone.
I wish I was a famous game designer.
Granted, but you're famous for being bad. Congratulations! You're the new John Romero!
I wish for an anvil to land on Tony Blair.
Granted. Gordon Brown takes over.
I wish everyone would spell correctly. I've seen to much "i no u" for one day.
Granted. Everyone now speaks letter by letter, however.
I wish my headphones would stop breaking.
Granted, but you lose them.
I wish my CD player would stop turning on when it's in my backpack.
Granted, but now it never turns on, ever.
I wish I have a happy birthday.
It's the 18th, if you're curious.
Granted,but you get only an empty pop can for your B-day.
I wish I knew how to spell hypothisis...hipothisie...hypotisis...DOH!
Granted, but you can't spell your own name.
I wish I could wish for anything and make it come true.
Granted. You wish for death.
I wish for a can of 7-Up.
Granted. While drinking it, you choke to death on something that was inside it.
I wish time would slow down a bit.
Granted, but you don't slow down at all, you get everything you need done done, and have so much spare time you don't know what to do with it all. (Sorry, I'm not sure if this is a good or bad consiquence [sp?])
I wish I'd just get to coloring this one picture I did sooner rather than later, and finish painting another one I was hoping to be done with before now.
Granted,but the pics are horrably disfigured.
I wish I had one of thoes Burger King toys that had some hard candy in it.
I will give the hard candy to an old person.
Granted, but the candy tastes bad and you get beaten with a cane.
I wish for my hand to heal, because I cut it on a knife this morning while harvesting turnip greens.
Granted. Later, you are hit by a car, leaving you with amazingly only one wound... An indentical cut on your other hand.
I wish I could wish for more wishes.
Granted, but they never come true.
I wish I knew what I was gonna get for my birthday.
Granted. You're getting shot. In the face. Twice. Then, your family will have a party with not one, but two clowns.
I wish I could have worked part time at my last job, instead of spending 72 hours a week in the fields. Have respect for them immigrants, folks. The legal ones, at least. They put food on your plate.
Granted, but the pay was nigh-on non existant.
72 hours? Ouch.
I wish I had a decent keyboard!
Granted. Your hardrive is now fried.
I wish I knew everything.
Granted, but everybody keeps pestering you for that infomation.
I wish I could get to grips with my screwed up sleeping pattern.
Granted. You awake each morning with mysterious bruises, because unbeknownst to yourself, you are gripping yourself at night with ferocious intensity.
I wish for more hours at my new job. 72 hours a week was a lot, but 12-16 is a lot less, even if the pay is better.
Granted. You now work 75 hours a week.
I wish I could print money and never get caught.
Granted. You can now print Confederate U.S. currency. It is accepted by no one, and is obviously not antique, so it's basically worthless.
I wish I had an artillery battery and some shells, just for fun.
Granted, but you blow yourself up!
Congrats on your 1K, BTW.
I wish for millions of Jelly Tots. (They're UK sweeties, FYI)
Granted. A helicopter dumps them on you. You manage to eat your way out, but by then you're at least twice as grotesque as the average british person, with all the fatness.
I wish to one day drive a vegetable to work.
Granted but some crazed vegtable adict named stan comes and eats you ride and the thinks your some kind of seed so in turn you yourself get eaten
I Wish that nobody messes up this wish
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Granted. Your wish, which is nothing, is not messed up. You still get nothing, which is impossible to wish for, so not only do you have nothing, but so does everyone else. You created a paradox and the universe is destroyed.