You now are able to play Borderlands 2 at work, but only if you are able to have a productive day compaired to the whole of the years 1975, 1969, and 2013. Due to conflicts in the time space continuim, you are not allowed to play until after 2013, when everybody decides that Borderlands 2 is stupid and they should all play Final Fantasy 14 or Halo 4. AWE YEAH.
"What? How does one quite down? Sheesh, dude! You really should listen to the library signs: be quiet!"
I wish I had a hat of epic proportions...
Granted! Your hat of epic proportions works just like a hat of disguise, except that it makes you appear to be a female superhero. As drawn by Rob Liefeld.
I wish my Pathfinder groups could play more frequently.
Granted. Your superpowers all sit around the house all day doing nothing while you, well, you're probably doing the same. Put the mask on at least. All while Evil is out there working hard and conquering the world.
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Granted, you can now open beer bottles with your mind. Unfortunately, you don't know how to control it and every time you go into a liquor store you have to buy hundreds of open beer bottles you can't drink.
Granted. The Electoral College decides to get in on the fun of early voting too. The next campaign cycle will start 2 months before the inauguration focusing on getting rid of the electoral college and campaign finance reform achieved by installing a monarch.
Granted. Among those 3, I am apparently one of them (whom I did not do anything for... Write it up as Monopoly's "Bank error in your favor.") The guy that was supposed to get it blames you, and comes for you in the night. (Also, now that I actually know bank stuff... WHAT IS MONOPOLY TEACHING OUR KIDS!?!)
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Granted. You get there hours earlier than you expected and get an even longer lecture from your mother-in-law on how bad a person you are and how much better off you spouse would be married to someone else.
Granted! 90% of your player shows up, all of him except his feet. He can play, but you've got to get all of his snacks and soda for him, since he can't walk.
You accidentally mix up some of your meds and in a flash of brilliant insight you stay up all night writing your masterpiece. Unfortunately, when you wake up three days later it is gibberish.
I wish the meteorologists could be a bit more accurate in their predictions.
Granted! Meteorologists suddenly become able to predict the weather with 100% accuracy, out to 50 years in the future. Unfortunately, with no uncertainty about the weather left, now your barber no longer has anything to make small-talk to you about. So he starts telling you sad stories about his step-kids.
I wish I had gotten more than four hours of sleep last night.