misstee gets her wish! Thousands respond to the thread, and show up for the Dopefest. They all spill out into the streets and a drunken riot ensues. Hundreds are arrested and clubbed and gassed by The Man! Oh the humanity!
I wish I had enough money that I wouldn’t ever have to work again.
ZHRAKOW!
** if6was9 **, your wish is granted! You have so much money that you will never need another job. Unfortunately, it’s all money stolen from the top mafia families in the US and Sicily…And two big ugly goons with tommyguns are knocking on your door…
I wish I had perfect vision.
BEYOINK!
EddyTeddyFreddy’s wish is granted! Never again will she make a mistake with coding…because she can never stop, even going as far as surrounding her speech (as in, from the vocal cords) with HTML. But it’s perfect every time!
I still want perfect vision.
Tink
LadySybil, your vision is as the eagle’s. Too bad it comes with an eagle’s face.
Still waiting to have granted my wish never to make a coding mistake.
Okay – simul-wish-granting!
I wish my reply would always beat everyone else’s so I never look like a me-too fool again.
Granting two wishes for EddyTeddyFreddy: You never make another coding mistake again, but everything you read from now on is nothing but coding mistakes ]i)/b}[quoet{siez = 390654(*/list[url = [fontt{…
You now reply so fast to threads that you even beat the OP at the top of the thread. No one likes you anymore, especially Q.E.D.
I wish I could get off work early.
KA-PWINNG!
Horseflesh, consider it done! You get off work early…because you’re fired. Good luck finding a new job!
I wish I could turn into a cat at will.
You can now turn into a cat at will, but your neighborhood is filled with dogs, so for some reason, you never want to…
I wish to get into the classes I want next year. Corrupt THAT!!!
Poof
dwalin, you get into all the classes you want … in the middle of the night. You are promptly arrested for B&E.
I wish I was … me.
You are you, and no one likes who you *really* are. You will spend the rest of your life wishing you were someone else.
I wish I could control my emotions better.Snap you are now me, stock symbol me Moneta Porcupine Mines Inc A little bit of your conciousness inhabits every piece of equipment owned by the company. Too bad you can’t get enough of those bits of conciousness together to do or think anything.
Ooops, on preview…
Snap you now have perfect control of your emotions… except that you can only have emotions that you control. You never have another spontaneous emotion again.
I wish I had a perfectly working, top of the line, entertainment center.
You have a perfectly working fully functional “pocket rocket”. But no one is impressed.
I want some brains and a heart and some courage and to get back to Kansas.
ZAPOOF!
You have a perfectly working entertainment center, top of the line and everything you could dream of. Figures that it’s from your mega-rich neighbor’s house. You get smacked with breaking and entering and grand larceny. Get used to the black and white TVs in prison.
Whoops, forgot my wish.
…I wish I had long hair that would never tangle and always fall perfectly into place.
J_sum 1, congratulations! You’re now a tin lion stuffed with straw living somewhere in the middle of Kansas. Looks like you landed in the midst of a rain storm, however, and nobody is around to oil up your joints.
LadySybil, all of your hairs have melded together to form one ultra-thick, ultra-long piece of hair. It’s much too thick to tangle, and too heavy to get windblown.
I wish I could do exactly as I wanted at work, with no one to answer to and still get paid what I’m making now.
[size=1]You just described MY job, Amberlei! But, alass, it’s my job, and you can’t have it!
I wish my computer worked right…
Congratulations! Now whenever your computer computes, it moves to the right. You constantly have to move it back to the center of the desk, and if you ignore it for a minute it’s banging against the wall or something.
I wish for a 4.0 GPA.
You hold a party in your garden, but Garden Party Attendance is a mere 4.0 people. And you are forced to throw away most of the hors’ouvres.
I wish I had smashed the marathon world record by ten minutes.
yeah, and I wish I could spell.
Fwooooooooot
You’ve smashed the marathon record, all right. Took a hammer and in 10 minutes pounded that poor old vinyl recording of famous finishes (“And Bill Rodgers crosses the finish line and wins the Boston Marathon!”) into tiny shards. Of course, it was the only remaining copy, and its owner is now looking for you, AK-47 in hand. It doesn’t help that you pointed out all the spelling errors in his letter threatening death and dismemberment to you.
I wish I weren’t so easily distracted.