|
Post by anothersatellite on Sept 26, 2019 18:20:07 GMT
Granted. It's a trigonometry final, you haven't studied, and you are naked.
I wish I had saved half of ever dollar I ever earned.
|
|
|
Post by Introvertigroo on Sept 26, 2019 21:05:30 GMT
Granted--too bad you are out of Scotch tape.
I wish the skin on my knuckles wasn't cracking open.
|
|
|
Post by Terra Incognita on Sept 28, 2019 0:31:40 GMT
Granted -- it's your foreskin that's cracking open.
I wish it were the '70s again.
|
|
|
Post by Introvertigroo on Sept 28, 2019 0:49:11 GMT
Granted--it is now the 1370s, and bubonic plague is all the rage.
I wish I had some potato chips.
|
|
|
Post by Terra Incognita on Sept 28, 2019 1:17:05 GMT
Here ya go. I wish I knew who the heck makes a meal of waffles and fried chicken in real life.
|
|
|
Post by Introvertigroo on Sept 28, 2019 3:26:23 GMT
|
|
|
Post by Terra Incognita on Sept 28, 2019 3:45:24 GMT
Granted -- Here they are, knocking on your front door. I wish I could take Manhattan, then Berlin.
|
|
|
Post by Introvertigroo on Sept 28, 2019 3:51:04 GMT
Granted--syphilitic, junkie, psycho killers Manhattan and Berlin are now yours. Nice knowing you.
I wish I had better aim when I piss.
|
|
|
Post by donavan on Sept 28, 2019 11:20:44 GMT
Granted. Your darts will improve if you don't take a piss at the same time.
I wish I didn't have to replace the shower.
|
|
|
Post by Terra Incognita on Sept 28, 2019 11:33:36 GMT
Granted -- Now you have to wave a lighter under your smoke detector to set off the sprinkler system every morning.
I wish I could tell s**t from Shinola.
|
|
|
Post by anothersatellite on Sept 30, 2019 12:39:01 GMT
Granted. Now you know why your carpets are in such a state.
Wish I were young again.
|
|
|
Post by donavan on Sept 30, 2019 13:03:59 GMT
Granted. You now have a faceful of zits.
I wish you well.
|
|
|
Post by anothersatellite on Sept 30, 2019 14:33:50 GMT
Granted. Now, will you lower the bucket, please?
I wish iamplastic were here.
|
|
|
Post by donavan on Oct 2, 2019 22:59:30 GMT
Granted. But now goes by the name of iammicroplastic so happy hunting.
I wish it was November.
|
|
|
Post by Terra Incognita on Oct 2, 2019 23:19:15 GMT
Granted -- Now you've grown a Movember moustache so impenetrably long and thick that no glassware can make its way to your lips, leaving you to tipple intravenously. You're still three sheets to the wind, but what's the point?
I wish Intro could get eight hours of sleep a night, every night, for the rest of his life.
|
|