<-- kenlivingstonk -->
YOu can level london, but unfortunately the charge for driving 100000 bulldozers into central London is so great that you are bankrupted. Thus you can only manage to build a two up two down Iron Palace. Meanwhile the redevelopers have a field day.
I wash … I weeshk …, double dam
I would love to be able to make wishk… woshes…
I would like to be able to make w*shes again.
ok ETF gets her snickers but chocolate can be poisonous to cats and on this occasion is, bye bye ETF
i wish for a faster internet connection
And Whoooooooop! You wish is granted, unfortunately you are forced to endure the endless perversion to wishes the rest of us suffer. Oh and you have a huge zit in the small of your back.
I wish I was a master with the katana.
Fzzzzzup!
You do. In fact you’ve had one for quite some time. It’s been lying there right in front of you. Look at it - you want to eat it all, right now. But it’s had enough! There are other worlds to save and hunger to satisfy elsewhere. You reach out, but it’s through the window already and flying off into the night.
And it took your wallet.
I wish for twelve monkeys that do my bidding and a marmoset that goes round annoying everyone I don’t like.
And with a sudden ICKY-ICKY-PATANG! you have become a master of the katana. This is all well and good until you decide to pick your first fight, thinking you katana skills will save you. But lo, even though you are a master of knowing how to use the katana, your speed is little more than a slug crawing uphill. It also doesn’t help that your opponent is armed a little better, prompting him to ask (as he steps over your lifeless body) “Why would anyone bring a knife to a gunfight?” You have certainly bitten off more than you could chew.
I wish these voices would tell me to do good things instead of evil…
Puggyfish, your wish is granted, and you suddenly have 12 monkeys who will only bid for you on yahoo auctions, not even E-bay. As for the marmoset, well, it turns out that you like yourself least of all, and the marmoset spends most of its time annoying you.
I still wish these voices would tell me to do good instead of evil.
Priong!
THOSE voices are now telling you to do good things, such a pity all things considered that twice as many new voices arrived telling you to attack Fort Noxx(or however its spelt). still look at the birght side, you didn’t do much harm before your bullet ridden body hit the ground.
(Referring to an earlier wish) I wish that these voices in my knee will sod off for good, or and I wish I had some popcorn to eat whilst I watch them leave.
Jeannie blink
Spiff, the voices are telling you to do good things, but they’re only good for J. Lo, who is now President (hey, would you rather have her or Arnold S?) and had declared Ben Affleck immune to every law. It went to Ben’s head and he blew up the middle East, so Madonna threw a hissy fit, and Britney cried a river, Christina A rolled her eyes and Kelly called the cops because of all the noise when she was “trying to $%#@in sleep!!” And Good Charlotte wrote a song about it.
Sorry. I really need to cancel my subscription to Entertainment Weekly.
I wish I was the owner of a classy Manhattan boutique.
** ca-ching **
The newest classy botique in Manhattan is BellaDellaItalia’s “exotic shoppe”. It makes all the news, and BellaDellaItalia can’t show eir face in decent society again. At least e gets to meet the high society people when they patronize the store.
BigDaiv has a T3 hookup in his home. Ain’t it kewl! Too bad the hampsters have been downgraded to a POTS connection.
I wish I had a whole lot of dates. Tasty desert fruit!
You have a LOT of dates…unfortunately they’re all with Michael Jackson look-alikes.
I wish I was a supermodel
blink
Rhaeven’s a supermodel…too bad she had to move to France to become one, and doesn’t speak a lick of French. On top of that, she can only eat a cracker a day. Model life sucks, doesn’t it??
I wish I had my own TV show
<<<rooopawladoo>>>
But you do have your own T.V. show darling, every friday you and your three best friends have to provide the entertainmemt at “The Slimelight Bar” dressed up in your opposite sexes clothes.
I want a massage from an attractive unmarried lady who likes me.
– p.s. the word darling was used in a fabulously gay sort of way, not in a sexist way, I hope y’all understand.
Whompwhompwhomp
Bippy, your wish is granted! A very attractive lady who likes you a lot has begun to massage you. As you lie there in bliss, she pounds on your tight muscles… harder… harder… harder…
Whoa! Why is she pounding so furiously on your back now? You struggle to sit up, to protest, but are slammed back down on the table.
You manage to turn over, full of indignation and frustrated fantasy, but even as her lovely face wheels into view…
She rips off the mask that has concealed the alien! Who has been pounding you the way you’d pound a steak!
TO TENDERIZE IT!!!
Munch munch munch…
I wish I had a nice rare steak for supper.
You receive a nice, rare (and tender) Bippy steak for supper. The alien decides to serve you up as an appetizer (ETF sticks if you must know). The alien sits down and growls hungrily…
I wish I had a warm glass of merlot to go with my steak dinner.
You have a warm glass of merlot, just after you take a drink, you realize whomever did dishes last forgot to rinse the very glass you are drinking out of.
I wish I hadn't got up to go potty, that I was still in a nice warm bed.kaboom,
you are still in your warm bed but you did not go to the potty as you wished so… the bed will not be warm for long, when the urine cools off…
I wish I had never met my ex wife…
znort
You never met your ex-wife, all right. In fact, you’ve never met any women at all, who’d give you the time of day.
You end your days in self-imposed exile in the wilds of Siberia, chopping wood and cursing your fate.
I wish someone else would do my barn chores this morning.
Woosh,
Your bar chores have been done by your neighbour.
But he got photographed doing some EXTRA chores with the cheep and because its your barn they think its you…
I wish I could be the but-double of Mel Gibson in his newest film
correction,
I wish I could be the butt-double of Mel Gibson in his newest film