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 Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 3:34 pm
Granted. You now have 3 billion dollars but cannot use them for any intent or purpose.
I wish stereotypes weren't such a big deal.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 7:35 pm
PickleBoy Granted. You now have 3 billion dollars but cannot use them for any intent or purpose. I wish stereotypes weren't such a big deal. Granted, but somehow hypocrites became the next big thing. I wish I was out of the asylum I was put in.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 5:41 pm
Granted. You're out, but on the run since you were not "cured" yet. When the police finally caught up with you, you decide to go even crazy-er and stab an officer with a pointy stick. Next, a courtain of bullets rains down upon you as you were now armed and dangerous. Oh well, at least you stabbed a pig.
I wish i knew why people in the US sometimes call policemen pigs.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 8:54 pm
Anonymouz Granted. You're out, but on the run since you were not "cured" yet. When the police finally caught up with you, you decide to go even crazy-er and stab an officer with a pointy stick. Next, a courtain of bullets rains down upon you as you were now armed and dangerous. Oh well, at least you stabbed a pig. I wish i knew why people in the US sometimes call policemen pigs. Granted, but the reason turns out to be the craziest thing you ever heard and it slowly drove you to insanity. Welcome to the club! We've got straightjackets! I wish my editor would finally start editing the book I want her to!
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 6:06 pm
Granted but she does a piss poor job.
I wish I had a rabid weasel named Tim, so when people I don't like annoy me, I can sick Tim on them and get them 17 needles into their butt.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 4:15 pm
Granted. Only it's a wish too funny to actually be corrupted. (then again... you do get the weasel, but 2 years later you realize it's getting out of control (it's rabid after all) and "it" starts attacking YOU everytime you ask it to attack anybody).
I wish i worked at least 40 hours a week, instead of 20.5. Yeah, that's right, I can handle 40 hours a week you weak supervisor! evil
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 4:57 pm
Granted. You get more hours. Now you get 90 hours a week. Good luck!
I wish my wishes were horses. So then I could ride.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 5:03 pm
Granted. Your wishes are horses. And because your wishes emerge from your pure & child-like heart, your entire chest region smells of manure. Piles and teetering piles of grub-infested, smoking s**t. And you can't ever wash off the smell.
I wish I could make my boobs as big or as small as I wanted on a whim.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 5:06 pm
well... at least its horse s**t and not, say, dog s**t. I don't mind the smell of horse manure.
Granted. You now have inflatable (or deflatable) boobs. But you have to go through painful surgery and they're lopsided and make Mr(s). Garison's breasts look good. Gewd gurl! DAMN!
I wish I hadn't spent all my money already. crying
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 1:14 pm
Granted. You haven't spent all your money. You have 10 cents left.
I wish i WOULD be working 90 hours... i'd be MAD rich. (as compared to my MAD broke situation right now)
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:01 pm
Anonymouz Granted. You haven't spent all your money. You have 10 cents left. I wish i WOULD be working 90 hours... i'd be MAD rich. (as compared to my MAD broke situation right now) Granted, but you get a new addiction to your job and you don't have any time to spend your money because you spend all of it working. I wish I could meet Phil Collins (oh, I don't care if he kills me, by the way...I'm obsessed so much I'd be bloody honored if that happened).
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 8:13 pm
Granted: you meet Phil Collins, but not the famous musician. Phil Ray Collins, a trash collector from Atlanta, Georgia, invites you into his home for a delicious meal of burled prawns, then romances you with a jug of still whiskey and tries to touch you with his "strong" hand (the one that has three fingers left - his other only has 1).
I wish I could reach into my pocket and pull out a dollar any time I wanted, infinitely so.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 5:51 pm
Yessiree: Every time you reach into your pocket, a fresh and crispy dollar bill will be discovered. However, we will suddenly be in the future and our economy will be based on these "credits" which seem to be the monetary unit of exchange in every single sci-fi movie ever and so your cash will be worthless.
I wish I could have Scanner powers and make people's heads explode whenever I wanna.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 7:21 am
hachimitsugirl Yessiree: Every time you reach into your pocket, a fresh and crispy dollar bill will be discovered. However, we will suddenly be in the future and our economy will be based on these "credits" which seem to be the monetary unit of exchange in every single sci-fi movie ever and so your cash will be worthless.I wish I could have Scanner powers and make people's heads explode whenever I wanna. Granted you have scanner power but if you look in a mirror or any reflective surface your head will explode. You can never look at your self again. I wish I wasn't a procrastinator anymore.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 1:46 pm
banryuu hachimitsugirl Yessiree: Every time you reach into your pocket, a fresh and crispy dollar bill will be discovered. However, we will suddenly be in the future and our economy will be based on these "credits" which seem to be the monetary unit of exchange in every single sci-fi movie ever and so your cash will be worthless.I wish I could have Scanner powers and make people's heads explode whenever I wanna. Granted you have scanner power but if you look in a mirror or any reflective surface your head will explode. You can never look at your self again. I wish I wasn't a procrastinator anymore. Granted, but you are now a Christian and are kicked out of the guild. Ok, let's try my obsession wish again... I wish I could meet Philip David Charles Collins (yeah, I know his fullname, sue me), he Genesis drummer and singer.
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