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Granted but it seems to be what you call a Basset Hound is an overgrown rat that smells of rotten poop humping everything and singing Justin Bieber and Lady Gaga songs. Oh, and he has no need to sleep, drink, eat, breath, or anything beyond driving you literally and utterly insane.
We wish to die before experiencing such torture.
Granted! In a fit of generosity, the Basset Hound has the kaiju template.
I wish most people had a basic awareness of the major events of history.
Granted, but as is with most things these days, the information would have slipped from their memory within the day.
I wish i could call down lightning upon anyone and anything i see fit.
Without harming myself doing so.
Granted, but you suffer from a number of degenerative skin, muscle, bone, gastrointestinal, and nervous conditions that harm you when you do anything else.
TFF is the disease, and the next poster is The Cure.
Grant?......?
I wish for a thread derail that turns this thread into the Next Poster thread.
Granted, but it jumps the rails back to a Corrupt the Wish thread.
I wish that people forgot my recent mistakes.
Granted. People no longer remember your wish about having them forget your recent mistakes and your idea that the thread would become Corrupt the Wish thread again. Now they are wondering why you typed "TFF is the disease, and the next poster is The Cure."
I wish the next poster will bring us some clarity in the matter if this is the Corrupt the Wish thread or the The Next Poster thread.
Granted! but GoatToucher screws up again
I wish everyone spoke with a southern drawl so I can understand them
They do, but in a parallel world.
I wish someone would channel positive energy into UDS, maybe there'll be less and the speech will become "i" instead of "we"
Granted. United Delivery Service of Lombard, IL is invigorated with fresh outlooks and proactive solutions to become the premier regional delivery service.
I wish I knew which UDS TFF was talking about.
Granted. :distributes ball in a cup games to the UDS:
I wish freedom wasn't just another word for nothin' left to lose.
Granted! Freedom is now another word for death.
I wish I was a Fortunate Son
Granted. In the Grim Darkness of the Far Future There is Only War. You have been conscripted into the Imperial Guard unit, The Fortunate Sons, to battle the Tyranid menace on the planet Fleshripper VI.
Good thing it ain't me.
I wish I knew what was to come.
Granted! But it is one thing that happens the day after you die.
I wish I was Batman.
Granted! Your popcorn and drink are laced with a calming agent and you are now the test within the test.
I wish the President would sign an executive order to grant amnesty to humanoid bats.
Sure zombie-posse, many suckyouby dance on tv, giving the US' eyes pleasure. Nobody wants to see testing right now.
I wish blue zombie posse were Poog's personal bodyguards.
Granted! But it falls to pieces at the first sign of a cleric.
I wish Poog's third eye would open.
Granted. It opens on your forehead. It speaks to you, all day, every day.
I wish I could meet my spirit animal.
Sure, how ever it's not a goat.
It's a piranha, all too happy to bite you whenever summoned.
I wish i could incinerate anything if i wanted to.
Granted, but the vagueness of "anything" limits the usefulness of this ability. Who knows what is incinerated?
I wish I had a delicious pie right here.
Granted! You win at life and now you're dead.
I wish I could play piano.
Yes, green beardy can play piano, but only diminitive one with 1 button.
Poog wish Sissyl have better hat.
Granted-- it's a spectacular victory, as they steamroll every team throughout the pre-season, regular season, play-offs,and the big shebang.
However their unprecedented success results in an investigation revealing the entire team was doping. The team is heavily fined, the World Series win is stricken from the records, and the Cubs are banned from all professional leagues for ten years. Most commit suicide.
I wish to sell a short story that I have written.
Granted. They taste like chicken and telephone ice cream instead.
I wish the next poster would honestly help me take over the world.
I do, but then i banish you to the a cornfield in the middle of nowhere, leaving me to rule the world.
I wish Gorilla Grodd underwent Babality. Less talking, more fun factor.
Granted! She now makes trash porn.
I wish her first movie was with the Ulfen Death Squad
For some convoluted reason, they get Michael Bay to make it - and the porn content is cut down to freeze-frame levels. Despite (or perhaps because of) this, it becomes a mega-seller, giving her more money than anyone would know what to do with. Her new career is as a lobbyist, shaping the laws you have to live with.
I wish Ulfen Death Squad got a spin-off movie, one directed by Joss Whedon.
Granted, but he decided it should be a crossover with Buffy and it becomes an abomination: Buffy vs the viking zombies.
I wish the government wasn't so blind to consequences of their foolish actions.
Granted. They are now aware of them, realize they serve their selfish ends, and continue this trend.
I wish I could get the mental image "trash porn" evokes out of my mind.
Granted! Midget Porn now dominates your mind....among other things.
I wish the hills were alive with the sound of music.
Granted. A steady stream of Bieber permeates the Alps.
I wish I knew then what I know now.
Granted! But it's a fixed point in time that lasts you're entire life. The Doctor apologizes.
I wish I was Jedi.
Granted, only you were among the losses of the great jedi purge when you were but a child.
Grant me the power to challenge and defeat the gods!
Granted! You now have a lighter and a New God's comic book.
I wish I wasn't a dead jedi.
Granted, you aren't dead exactly, your brain only is being kept going via various state of the art technological means.
You are neither alive, dead or undead.
I wish i could nuke any site from orbit.
Granted, but your character is killed off in the first 15 minutes.
I wish my movie theater was showing the Hobbit Trilogy.
Granted, but this isn't that particular trilogy.
This one revolves around as group of small people on a road trip through siberia.
I wish krevon's beard would turn purple.
Granted. The rest of him turns green as he expands to ten times his size. He gains tremendous strength and boundless rage.
And he is trapped in a port-a-potty.
After a Hispanic heritage festival.
In August.
With you.
I wish there was an easier way to get soap scum off my shower door!
Granted....stupid. The US now have too many wishes and destroy the earth within a day with them.
I wish i could shoot photon energy beams from my eyes at will, without the penalty of it being whenever my eyes are open.
Granted! You gain that ability. You also specified it would be without the penalty of it happening whenever your eyes are open. It doesn't. Instead it happens ALL THE TIME, ripping through your eyelids with your first blinking.
I wish TFF was looking at the viking zombies.
Granted! his headlights are shining on your headlights!
I wish I was now a giant robot jedi.