Granted but then you would be boring...
I wish.... Erm... That... I had pet fish...
Granted but then your dog eats it
I wish I could marry William Moseley
Granted but Will and Ben have a HUGE and VERY public falling out and they aren't friends anymore. They forbid us to speak to one another.
I wish what I just posted never happens.
I wish I had money
Granted but then you were plugged into a computer and electrified...Granted. Instead, Will and Ben are dead. And it's all your fault. Good job. If this were a novel, there would be a complete back story on how they died. And how it's your fault. But this isn't a novel. It is a post. But not the kind of post that sticks to a wall. The other kind where people die. Because of you. I never strayed too far from the sidewalk. Because of you. I learned to play on the safe side so I won't get hurt.
And a purple elephant comes and kills the paper clip.
EDIT: Like three people beat me and my post, so another wish coming up...
Granted. It's monopoly money. That eats you. And it's all your fault.
I wish I was a one-eyed computer chip.
Granted but then you were plugged into a computer and electrified...
I wish for a fish for my dish!
Granted but then you got lost. And you though the walls had started to talk to you. Therefore you wen't mad. And spent a year running around trying to get away from the walls. When you did eventualy get outside and into the light you poofed into dush. Bye-bye....Granted. The fish eats you for rhyming fish with dish. At least you didn't rhyme it with ish. Now THAT would be lame.
I wish the castle at the top of the page was my home. (Look ^up)
Granted. The fish eats you for rhyming fish with dish. At least you didn't rhyme it with ish. Now THAT would be lame.
I wish the castle at the top of the page was my home. (Look ^up)
Granted, but the house is actually made of icky-looking chocolate. Its really great at first, being able to eat the chocolate and all, but it eventually melts on you and you become sticky, very full, and a bit stuck in the melted pool of chocolate that was once your home.
I wish I had a green thumb.
Granted. Your miracle is a lifetime supply of SPAM! (The kind that you eat.) And it is magical spam that is the best spam you've ever eaten, at first. Then you get a bit sick of it. And then after a few years of eating this awesome spam everyday, you absolutely loathe it. So you try to get rid of it, but it keeps coming. It is delivered to your house daily, and it is BUILDING UP IN YOUR KITCHEN.
So you move away. But the mysterious senders KEEP SENDING SPAM TO YOU! So eventually you drown in a river of spamness.
I wish my wrist didn't hurt. (Probly have carpal tunnel)
I wish my dad wasen't coming home soon...