a bottle of WATER labled Jameson??? :flamed: You cruel, cruel, fiend. It's a relativly inexpensive Whiskey that I quite enjoy. See pic. Granted. You can now only think about one thing. (don't worry you get used to it) Cuchulainn.
Alright then, granted. But before I gave it to you I got bored and drank it, so you just get the bottle. ((*hiccup*)) I wish that my hair was longer. The hair on my head. On top of it. Heh, try to corrupt THAT.
Granted. A single hair on top of your head now measures 114.3 light years in length. Thanks to modified Superstring theory, that now makes you one with the cosmos. Unfortunately, this means that your future income will be taxable by every nation on every world within said cosmos. Mere problems of relativity and FTL travel are nothing to the revenuer. I wish I was making a living from writing.
Granted. You are now locked into a lifetime contract writing advertising jingles for cat litter. I wish I had a 63 1/2 Stingray. Cuchulainn.
Granted. It was impounded by police for killing Steve Irwin, and the world hates you. Fancy not knowing what Jameson's is, I most certainly DO have a bottle in my cupboard :drunk: O yeah, my wish. I wish my internet connection was much faster.
Granted, but I misread, so you are now the Dead Pirate Roberts-- a mindless flesh-eating booty-seeking zombie. I wish that I could get the black studded leather
Granted, but it will cause a CTD. I wish I had a cup of coffee, and that my life was less coffee-centric.
Granted, and it has been poisoned with cyanide, so sice you'll be dead, your life won't be coffee-centric. (Yeah, a stretch, I know.) I wish that I had a bacon egg and cheese sandwich. Or some money to buy one with.
Granted. Personally I wouldn't eat anything like that which was more than a few hours old, and this one is pre-war. Cujo as a booty-seeking zombie? I tend to picture him as a booby-seeking zombie... :icon_chuc O yeah, a wish. I wish the sun would come out.
Granted, the Sun comes out, the entire staff admitting that they're flamingly gay, and that the whole Page 3 thing was just a beard. Page 3 girls replaced by Page 3 boys. In and of itself, this might not be so bad, but all of the Sun staffers turn out to be pervy Hobbit fanciers, and the Page 3 Boy layouts turn out to be mainly nude photos of short, chubby, hairy men who vaguely resemble Sean Astin. I wish I had vast powers of psychic mind control.
Granded, but they are controlled by your subconscious, and everyone around you now behaves like mindless automatons. I wish Pia Zadora would stop making movies.
Granted. She's now unemployed and keeps ringing you for vocational advice. I wish I could develop my latent abilities.
Granted, your latent abilty to mod ToEE is fully developed, there's now nothing in ToEE you can't mod, but now I'm in charge of the KotB project, and your my slave... SO GET TO WORK. <cracks the whip> :evil_laug I wish I could think of something good to wish for.
Granted, you now have thought of something good to wish for but now it's too late. I wish Ohio State would beat Michigan, this week, in football (the American kind.) Grant that, and I don't care how you corrupt it.