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 Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 11:27 am
Brated, you get a pair ofhemp pants. You have to go catch a plane, so you must of course go through security. The dog sniffs you, and immediately confirms you have drugs, since you won't say how you have them, and the guards can't pin where they are, they kill you before you send out your recipefor unseeable drugs.
I wish for a new sketchbook.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 5:16 pm
Granted, but when u receive ur new sketchbook, 100,000 of them fall from the sky onto u, crushing every bone in ur body. but u don't die yet. Next, lightning strikes the pile of sketchbooks, and they start to burn, as do u. But u aren't dead yet. next 100,000 brand new, sharpened pencils fall from the sky. Now u die. But then u get brought back to life during a black magic club meeting. You kill everyone there, then go on to live in the world, just because ur too bored to die again mrgreen .
I want to be 1 inch taller, with no side effects. razz
and without using drugs, pheromones, or anything like that wink
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 7:10 pm
Why was my post ignored? Aw, well.
Granted. You are now one inch taller. Whoop de doo. Of course, that inch was given to you through the powers of science, and the powers of science want something in return. You are forced to be the guinea pig of a genetics lab in exchange for your small boost in size, and on you, they test a variety of drugs, and other medications, that they normally don't even let animals test. One day, you are accidentally injected with a serum that causes your body's molecules to screw up. They start to shift. First one small change may occur in your body, a change in skin tone, the loss of a few hairs, but then the changes become more drastic. You start shifting into new creatures, and amalgamations of things that wouldn't even share the same environment. You are then deemed a danger to society by the scientists working at the facility and so you must be killed. You make an attempt to escape, but it fails, your body lacking just enough speed to make it through the slamming iron doors. You are crushed between them, and slowly die. The scientists mark you off as a failure, but a great step in the name of genetic research.
I wish I could move and island however I wanted to, with nothing more than a thought.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 4:41 pm
Hemp is not a drug. -______-
Granted, you move to an island just like you want to, and you bring nothing more than a thought. Sadly, for you, you move to a deserted island, about the size of a truck, with nothing to survive off of. Yes, nothing. You only brought a thought, remember?
I wish Canada weren't so lame. stare
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 5:50 pm
LAme canada is an oxymoron. Therefore my computer blows while reading your thread post.
I wish people weren't so ignorant.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 2:15 pm
Granted. But now everyone is smarter than you and you are deboned for your stupidity.
I wish I had a glider.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 7:54 am
Granted, you get one. And for your first gliding lesson, you go to pheonix arizona. You jump and you soar and soar and soar! Unfortunatley it's time for the Cadian Geese to migrate, you are hit malled and pecked by aflock of them while you glide, they jack your wallet and steal your glider. Hey, if geese can fly, why would they need a glider, the world may never know...
I wish for a poinsetta.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 5:15 pm
Granted, but you stupidly eat it. ... so you die.
I wish I had something good to wish for.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 11:24 pm
Granted. You think of something really good to wish for. So you wish for it. Unfortunately, you aren't paying attention to what you say and word it in a completely horrible way, and that was the only wish you could make. The wish backfires horribly, as all corrupt wishes do, and mains, and/or kills you along with thousands of other innocent people. Horrible. What a painfully stupid way to waste a wish, by wishing for another wish.
I wish, I wish, I was a fish.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 10:58 am
Granted, but the fish that you wish, you wish for grows a strong hatred for you and your kind, for you are keeping him captive in a glass prison. He swims back and forth each day in his overly large fish tank, say, big enough for someone your size to drown in, hatching a plan to take you down. Suddenly, he realizes that you, being a human, cannot live or breathe underwater like he, being a fish, can. One day, when you're feeding him, he jumps up into the air above his tank and pulls you under the water and holds you there until you have drowned in his waste. I never liked fish tanks. So cruel, so cruel.
I wish for a tsungi horn.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 11:58 am
Granted, you recieve your horn. However you are confronted by the Seuss fans with their jing jinglers and Who-houndelers, who blow your ear drum right out, come now litte child no need to pout. Unless the get you with a knife, then no need for a sad life, they did that you say? well then, no more reason for me to stay.
I wish for a small story in which I am in a funny or harmful position, it must rhyme.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 2:00 pm
Granted, you receive your story, but it comes int the form of a book. You go blind and no one will read it to you, not even Mr. Seuss himself.
I wish for some vegan cookies.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 5:03 pm
Vegan cookies are a myth, thus they will never be made, it doesn't deserve to be called a cookie.
I wish for a stocking with a hole in it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 9:35 am
Dude, I make vegan cookies all the time. Plus, that wasn't granting my wish. talk2hand
Granted, your stocking comes equipped with a hole. You may plan to have everything fall out, but Santa comes with a nice big lump of coal to stuff it with, a piece not small enough to squeeze through the hole. You get nothing else for Christmas.
I wish for a guzheng.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 9:43 am
Granted you recieve your guzheng, unfortunately for you, the american culture is ignorant, and they pin you to a wall with a flag pole, they slowly drive it through you as ou wriggle like a bug upon the wall, they stop, you can hardly breathe and move, but they decide to stone you in your last minutes.
I wish for a pair of underwear.
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