Granted. You're in prison. With Bubba /smug
I wish I gained power from the sun, like Birdman or Superman, minus the ability to fly.
Granted. You're in prison. With Bubba /smug
I wish I gained power from the sun, like Birdman or Superman, minus the ability to fly.
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granted, but unfortunately the suns rays do not penetrate to the basement where you reside, so you are stuck there forever.
I wish everyone was a brony
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Granted. But now everyone in the world is a brony. That's pretty horrible in and of itself. So everyone in the world realizes how horrible their taste in tv shows is and creates one giant noose to hang themselves from.
I wish I had a magical journal, in which anything that is written comes true, and the phrase "There can be no negative repercussions from using this journal" is the first thing written in it.
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The journal absorbs all the ink laid to it within a few days and, thusly, anything created through use of the journal subsequently disappears as well.
I wish someone would go to the trash dump for me.
Signature by rubah. I think.
Granted. But the person who takes your trash to the dump is a mass murderer. Along with your trash he takes an extra bag... containing your mutilated body.
I wish I could find the thread on tonight's Ciddies
Granted. You stumble into the room containing all the Ciddies too find a single thread atop the head of one.
And Award Guy kills you for breaking into his closet and waking him up.
I wish The next Final Fantasy Main character was a Cactaur.
granted, I am.
I wish to know my true love.
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Granted. It's Julian
I wish I was made of cheese.
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/smug
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Granted. However, since you're now only able to speak in yellow faces, unable to play by the rules, you end up ing the whole flow of the game up.
I wish I were punishing you.
Also you're now made out of cheese and a bunch of British claymation characters fund a space project entailing plans to liberate you for snack food. Don't you wish you chose to be a pair of bionic pants?
HC broke the rules first.
And no, I don't. I wish I were BoB's pants.
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You're ing everything up again by not granting my wish.
I know. Isn't it wonderful? Because, you see, punishment is my passion. So... yeah.
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I'll repeat:
I wish I were punishing you.