Granted, but it shocks you whenever you try to plug it in. And it fucking hurts.
I wish that I have pizza for dinner tonight.
Granted, but your family members ate all of it (even the box) before you could get to it.
I wish I was named Elvis.
[QUOTE=Chaotic Lord;38360422]Granted, but it shocks you whenever you try to plug it in. And it fucking hurts.[/QUOTE]
I won't lie, I'd live with that :v:
[QUOTE=andololol;38360463]Granted, but your family members ate all of it (even the box) before you could get to it.
I wish I was named Elvis.[/QUOTE]
Granted, your last name is Impersonator.
I wish that my ears had a device inside that would shut out any noise I would find particularly annoying with only the will of my mind.
Granted, but you have no ears.
I wish my last name isn't Impersonator.
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Or any synonym of.
Granted, your new last name is Duran.
I wish I had titanium bones.
Granted, but you soon die because your real bones produce most of the blood in your body.
I wish Valve released Episode 3 and it was the best game ever made.
Granted, but then half life actually happens.
I wish that I knew everything.
Granted, but then your brain collapses into a black hole due to the mass amount of information.
I wish I could fly.
Granted, but it only works for 60 seconds at a time, and there's no way of telling how much time you have left before you stop flying other than counting in your head.
I wish for a wish that couldn't possibly backfire, have no repercussions and could not harm me mentally or physically in any way.
[QUOTE=Zethereal;38363054]Granted, but it only works for 60 seconds at a time, and there's no way of telling how much time you have left before you stop flying other than counting in your head.
I wish for a wish that couldn't possibly backfire, have no repercussions and could not harm me mentally or physically in any way.[/QUOTE]
Granted, but you have no idea what the wish was or did.
I wish I could live in a flying castle
Granted, but it is made of lava.
I wish for everything.
Granted, but because you did not specify where you wanted it all, every materialized on top of you and killed you.
I wish they would bring back Firefly.
Granted,Best Buy now sells fireflies in jars.
I wish Apple began making open source hard+software with easily replacable parts and the locked down ness was easily disabled.
granted, but all fire flies burning everything
I wish for an imaginary friend who fights crime and is nice to me? It also needs to be able to cook lasagna
Granted, the lasagna tastes like ass.
I wish for a broom that is also a scythe.
Granted, but you castrate your self when sweeping
I wish for you to link me some good fanfiction
Granted; the fanfic is very well written for what is essentially Tomb Raider torture porn fanfic. (topicaaaaaal)
I wish for there to be stuff on TV that's worth watching.
Granted; but all other shows are erased from existance.
I wish for an avatar.
Granted; it was made by M.Night Shymalalala.
I wish for the power of telekinesis.
Granted, but you have to move things with an N64 controller with the controls of Superman 64.
I wish for a delicious microwaved meal.
Granted, but the center is still frozen.
I wish for a flamethrower from WWII.
[QUOTE=slapdown3;38372440]Granted, but the center is still frozen.
I wish for a flamethrower from WWII.[/QUOTE]
Granted, but it malfunctions, and explodes. You get burned alive in the process.
I wish I had time to do everything I need...
[QUOTE=Lyonidis;38372471]Granted, but it malfunctions, and explodes. You get burned alive in the process.
I wish I had time to do everything I need...[/QUOTE]
Granted, but it turns out you didn't really [i]need[/i] any time.
I wish I could live on a space station.
Granted, it's a train station in space. You suffocate immediately.
I wish for a seat cushion.
Granted, a previously unknown string of ebola virus kill everyone but you on the entire station, you live in solitude for three years, your sanity slowly degrading. When help finally arrives from the nearest other station you're sitting in a pool of your own feces and chatting loudly to a lamp you call Herbert. When separated from said lamp you go into a state of hysteria, killing and eating parts of three men before they can restrain you and shut you in a padded cell for the rest of your life
GodDAMN ninja, the seat cushion is so comfortable you refuse to get up from it. After three weeks of sitting in your own waste you develop a horrible case of hemorrhoids. You die from malnutrition when people start refusing getting near you with food because of the smell. You die alone, sitting in a pool of waste, blood and hemorrhoid juice running down your thighs, shunned by your peers.
I wish I had the power to woo any women at any time.
Granted, but you also any nearby animals when you do.
I wish I had a necklace that made me handsome.
Fuck, ninja'd.
The necklace is conscious, and it strangles you to death. It then steals your wallet.
I wish that everyone who liked lasagna received five dollars.
Granted, but people abuse the system and lasagna gets banned in many countries.
I wish I could make Lightning strike every time I lifted my arm.
[QUOTE=slapdown3;38373043]lasagna gets banned in many countries[/QUOTE]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH
*pant pant* Okay...
Granted, but it only strikes you or nearby family members, and you can't control it at all. The next day, your exercise coach tells you to do jumping jacks.
I wish for a key that could open any door.
Granted. Starting a life of crime, you mostly deal with petty thievery and break-ins in the beginning, but because of carelessness and hubris you are caught in the act of robbing a seven-11. After spending three years in jail getting raped repeatedly in the ass by your seven foot tall cell mate (named Tyrone) you vow to use your key (which you had to hide in your urethra for the entirety of your prison term) only for good, and the benefit of others. It doesn't take long thought, before you return to a life of crime, but this time taking more precautions and being smart. You quickly rise to infamy on the streets, forming your own gang and controlling half of Harlem with an Iron Fist. Not having to utilize your magic key anymore, you grow increasingly protective of it, soon falling into obsession and paranoia. A growing drug misuse combined with your new-found mental disorder takes up too much of your time and your crime syndicate turns upon you like a ravenous flock of wolves. You are killed by four of your most trusted captains, who found you on the floor of your office in a Meth-stupor, clutching a worn-out key and whispering "It's mine I found it, I can go anywhere, anywhere because I found it, no door is locked, I found it, it's mine I found it it's mine"
I wish the american government actually went through with all their promises given during the election
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