Granted, Ohio State will beat Michigan, but during the last 5 minutes of the game a sudden deluge of rain water will cover the pitch in 2 inches of water, which is then struck by a bolt of lightning, resulting in all the players, referee's, coaches, managers, mascots, and cheerleaders being hospitalised for the next 3 months. I wish it wasn't too late to wish for the good wish I wished for last time I wished...
Granted, but you're so overcome contemplating the paradoxes inherent in wishes & time alteration, you forget to actually wish for it (again!), thus repeating history. I wish they'd finish construction on the overpass leading into the Holland Tunnel, so commuting into lower Manhattan from New Jersey wasn't such an :yikes: ordeal.
granted, unfortunatly, your company transfurs you to LA 1 day after its compleation. I wish I had a neverending roll of toilet paper.
Granted, but it is installed on a neverending rolling axle, so as soon as you start pulling the first paper ... it won't stop rolling and rolling and rolling ... I wish I will continue to laugh from your jokes.
Granted. A minor skull trauma leaves you in a permanent state of hilarity. I wish I had a FU**ING cigarete. :chainsaw: :smoke: :hug: Cuchulainn.
Granted. But when it tries FU**ING you in the @$$, you stomp it do death without getting your nicotine fix. I wish I hadn't joined in on this...
Granted. Instead of joining in you joined a Morris Dancing club and now spend your free time wearing a skirt and waving colored silk hankies. I wish I was with the one I love.
Granted. But, since you're now "perfect" & sit down to pee, your relationship is rather more "complicated" that you first imagined... I wish I could give CtB one of Cuchulainn's cigarettes.
Granted. I'll go buy a pack, then you can give one to anyone you want. I wish I had a job paying 100k per anum to taste test beer.:drunk: Cuchulainn.
Granted. You're ever-so-slightly less tired: not enough that u feel any better though. I wish the mighty mighty Eels would win the NRL Premiership this year.
Granted. But only you & Cujo know W_T_F that means anyway, so no one else really notices when they do. You get an @$$F**KING cigarette as a consolation prize. I wish I hadn't been sent to dancing school by CtB; these skirts are a nightmare, especially with all these cigarettes running around!
Granted, you are now a Real Boy (TM), manufactured by the same company that manufactures the Real Doll. I wish I were writing something interesting.
Granted. You are now writing your magnum opus, the most fascinating text in ancient Mayan witness in over a millenium. It will consume your life for the next 40 years, and you will die moments before writing the incredible plot twist that will make the whole thing worth reading, but seconds after discovering that you are writing in a dialect of ancient Mayan that no-one else on earth knows which means your writings will be thrown away as the meaningless doodles of a deranged man. At your funeral people will openly mock "the man who doodled his life away". I wish this forum would step it up a notch.