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 Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 9:12 pm
Granted . . . unfortunately they're bubbles made of sulphuric acid, so when you pop them and giggle, your face gets eaten away by the chemical.
I wish my blog had more followers ><
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 2:52 am
Granted.
Only now they follow you around in real life. You get FAMOUS!. You get stalkers. You don't pay enough attention to them, so they mob you and kill you. Sorry.
I wish I were the best writer in the world. xd xp
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 10:24 pm
I'll corrupt my own wish then, shall I?
Granted.
Only you were the greatest, for a breif, sparkling moment, and then many other writers overtook you in skill and you're now among the worst. cry
I wish I had a puppy.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 10:28 pm
Granted, though . . . I'm sorry, sweetie, but Mommy and Daddy decided that you weren't responsible enough for a puppy. They also decided that you weren't responsible enough for your own life.
On the bright side, they got a 2 for 1 special on euthanizations at the vet's office!
I wish I had 20/20 vision. (I'm about two prescriptions away from being legally blind x{ )
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 7:28 pm
Granted
But oh no! The colors are so clear and bright that they are blinding you. You are now blind and can't see anything at all.
I wish Batman was real
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 9:57 pm
Granted
Oh, he's real alright. And while he was in the middle of rescuing you in the most Batman-like, heroic way possible - and you two were totally going to make out licky-style afterwards - he was dosed with Scarecrow's fear toxin and he accidentally killed you while he was hallucinating.
I wish I had Pepsi instead of Coke.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 10:01 pm
Granted!
As you begin to drink your Pesis, Batman (who is now real and has Scarecrow's toxins on him) steals your Pesis, who he thinks is the Joker, and sends it to Arkham. I guess you can see your Pesis during visiting hours, but because of the no touching rule you won't be allow to drink it.
I wish I didn't have to wear my band uniform in the Memorial Day Parade.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 10:07 pm
Granted!
Now you get to go nekked!
I wish I had some spicy cheetos.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 6:05 am
Granted, but they be too spicy! Oh noez! They burn you! You can't even pick them up they're so hot!
I wish I could roundhouse kick Michael Buble in the face.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:48 pm
Granted.
Only you didn't really do that much damage and some crazy fan with a gun shot you in 'self defence'.
I wish I could get a decent job.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:51 pm
Granted, but you're late for the first day and are fire before you can do a full day of work. But hey, technically you did get the job, even if you didn't keep it.
((By the way, HURRAY for super-uber spicy cheetos!))
I wish my brain didn't feel like it was falling out of my nose.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 8:15 pm
Granted.
But you forget to plug your ears and all your smarticalness dribbles out through the holes on the sides of your head. Oops. Better luck with the next brain, eh?
I wish I had a bagel.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 8:20 pm
Oh my gawd. Smarticalness. That is the most fantabulous thing I've heard all day! (Also, my brain is mush. It doesn't take much wit to get me giggling) xD
And Granted!
You have a bagel. A moldy, skeezy, icky, nonedible bagel.
I wish I had a new pen.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 8:49 pm
Granted!
As you got to bite on it, a very bad habit by the way, it explodes in your mouth. You swallow the ink and die.
I wish my I hadn't lost my best friend's red duct tape. He was very attached to that red duct tape.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:02 pm
Granted! Your friend has a new roll of red duct tape. Unfortunately, it is government issue. You've just signed your friend up for a job individually calculating, notarizing and submitting Canadian income tax forms. And he can't quit because he accepted the red tape.
Muaha.
I wish I had a new hat.
((Smarticalness xD making up silly, stupid words is my forte, so if y'all need one fer yer story-like thingamabobbyjiggerstons, jus' let me know ^^))
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