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Granted, but shortly after, you get shot in the leg. . .
I wish had some money about now. . . at least 2 cents. |
Granted, but you lose the newly gained money to a passing pursesnatcher.
I wish someone would text me. |
Granted, but its a text from your friends mother stating that your best friend died a horrible death.
I wish I knew different languages. |
Granted, but they are obscure languages used exclusively in their country of origin, and therefore, nearly useless.
I wish sketchbook had more pages. |
Granted, but they're covered from head-to-toe with obscenely lewd pictures...which could be good or bad, depending on how well they are drawn and how horny you are.
I wish more people were as eclectic with their music tastes as I am. |
Granted, but then... everyone always sings your favorite songs all the time and eventually drives you to madness~
I wish my computer wouldnt heat up every time I went on Skype. |
(I dislike JB anyway. Taylor Swift is alright, but yes, it is annoying seeing her everywhere.)
Granted. Now it freezes every time you start up Skype. I wish for a nice bowl of angel hair pasta. Non-mutated, spat in, shat in, pissed in, puked in, bled in, poisoned or otherwise compromised angel hair pasta. |
Granted, but it's actually and literally angel hair pasta. You are eating hair. However, you enjoy it greatly. Except after you swallow a good portion of it, then the hair fibers strangle all of your internal organs. You die a very slow and painful death. I wish for 100 incorruptible wishes. |
Knock yourself out, but it doesn't matter what kind of wish it is. They still screw you up big time.
I wish for simplicity. |
Granted, You seem to have too much and become too bored to stand it anymore
I wish they remade Tales of Phantasia for the ps3 |
Granted, but it's a terrible, terrible remake. I wish my hair was longer. |
Granted, but now it's so long that it always gets trapped in weird things and doors and you have to drag it around constantly, which puts serious strain on your neck.
I wish my mother would stop collecting rescue pups. Not because I dislike the rescue pups themselves, but because we have so friggin' many. |
Granted, but the rescue puppies you reject never find homes anywhere, and they become sick and lonely and scared and start dying off. Their deaths affect you greatly with each one; you feel a surge in your body every time, a paralyzing strike that rushes down your spine in bloodcurdling depression and despair until one day, you just commit suicide from having not accepted more cute puppies into your house - a house, I might add, that can suddenly superiorly house and support an infinite amount of rescue puppies. I wish all the puppies and dogs in the world never died and were taken care of perfectly, thus never creating a mean or unfriendly dog. |
(._. I would never feel sad like that over the death of a human, much less a dog. And I have proof; At my father's and my niece's funerals, I felt nothing. Not even a little bit of sadness. And that scared me. It's like I'm broken inside or something.)
Granted, but now every cat in the world is mean and unfriendly, and attacks anything and everything it sees, especially humans. I wish I didn't have to edit my posts all the time. |
(I'm kinda the exact opposite. I've cried badly at a funeral before, and that was just at the funeral for my mother's friend's son. It doesn't help that I feel even worse when animals die. That's pretty crazy, though, feeling no real emotion when someone or something dies. ono) (Also, the cat thing works because I frickin' hate them already.) I wish this Pop-Tart wasn't so fattening, ogmfgmg. |
granted but everything else is super fattening...
I wish that i got accepted in the college i want to go to |
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