Granted!
You figure it out. In particular, you figure out a most puzzling section, with bizarre language and odd symbols. It is an ancient incantation, and in figuring it out you summon Cthulhu. He eats your soul.
Braingamer says to the Wish Granter: "I want immortality."
Granted! You remember to go to the theaters at the right time, have a ticket ready, and even know what kind of snacks you want to buy. Then some darned terrorist decides to crash the party...
I wish I knew why gaming materials are twice the price in Australia that they are in America.
Your wish is granted! As the dust settles most of north America is no longer inhabitable, and a cloud of radioactive fallout is floating towards Europe. On the bright side the republicans and democrats aren't on each others backs any more!
Your wish is granted but just as you were going to write it you forget what it was and because it was so wonderful give up on life.
I wish I was a 20th lvl wizard 20th lvl cleric, 10th lvl mystic theurge and 10th lvl hellknight signifire in real life.
Granted! But since God, the DM, thinks you are too OP, he bans you.
I wish I could get treasure from encounters at work.
EDIT: Since FuelDrop ninja'd me, I grant his wish. Your house is targeted by a missile strike, killing your weeds and removing your house from the planet. You're fine though.
I don't even need magic for this! *hands over a pain killer* Hmmm... Some how that doesn't seem like enough. *Pours fifty more painkillers down Charlie Bell's throat* Yeah that'll do it... oops, overdose! *Looks nervously at the body, then runs away* I hope this doesn't come back to bite me...
I wish I could find the perfect character concept for my next pathfinder game.
Your wish is granted! You use your new alias, which happens to be the same alias being used by someone Homeland Security has been looking for for a loooong time... By the time they are done with you, you've forgotten the alias and your real name.
I wish my children would grow up to be intelligent, happy and healthy.
Your wish is granted! After killing you and your family in a robotic rage it meticulously leans up after itself and prepares for your inlaws to show up.
Granted!
You get wisdom... teeth.
Again.
And again.
And again.
As a matter of fact, your wisdom teeth regrow every six months, and your options become 1)Getting them yanked every six months, or 2) Letting your mouth become filled with more teeth than should fit in it, resulting in a mangled mess that once was called a smile.
I wish I had another day to work on this essay, without penalty.
Granted! you are sent back to yesterday. unfortunately, you have to do everything you did yesterday all over again, including any progress you made on your essay.
I wish that all the sparkly vampires would catch fire next time they went into the sunlight.
Your wish is granted! You have a dollar for every such post. When you realize that it's in your financial interest for people to make such posts, you begin offering a $0.10 kickback for anyone who does. You get rich this way, but the boards are overwhelmed and ruined by sucky posts and everyone hates you.
Granted, Read Books and Function in Society for Dummies and the Idiots Guide to Functioning in Society While Reading are now one and two on the best selling charts.
I wish that the library had the next Pratchett book on my reading list and that it wasn't on checked out if they did.
Wish granted. As you reach the library carpark some idiot smoker (IE an idiot who happens to smoke, not anything else) surreptitiously lights up inside, then drops the match without extinguishing it. the resulting fire levels the library, and the government decides that instead of rebuilding it the money and land would be better used creating a giant statue to the local mayor.
I wish I was getting royalties for the two best-sellers 'Reading Books and Functioning in Society for Dummies' and 'the Idiots Guide to Functioning in Society While Reading'.