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Post by Finntrovertigo on Oct 20, 2019 3:33:35 GMT
Granted.
I wish everyone would make wishes for me.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Oct 20, 2019 5:55:46 GMT
Granted -- I even made a wish for you to meet Trump in his boudoir. He's waiting for you on his mushroom-shaped bed and holding a rolled-up Fortune Magazine in his tiny clenched fist, sniffing "You're the puppet! You're the puppet!"
I wish I could remember what it was I wanted to wish for
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Post by Finntrovertigo on Oct 25, 2019 1:04:45 GMT
Granted--you wanted to wish for amnesia.
I wish my dad hadn't found a dead squirrel in my attic.
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Post by donavan on Oct 26, 2019 23:07:18 GMT
Granted. Your dad found your fetish porn stash instead.
I wish it was morning. Can't sleep and with clocks going back one hour this just compounds the misery.
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Post by Finntrovertigo on Oct 30, 2019 1:23:04 GMT
Granted--it is morning on the day of the apocalypse. Our eternal fate is no sleep--in other words, business as usual for Don and myself.
I wish the tire warning light on my car's dashboard would stop turning on for no dogdamned reason.
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Post by anothersatellite on Oct 30, 2019 16:45:55 GMT
Granted. You now have a flat.
Wish I weren't so dogged by regrets.
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Post by Finntrovertigo on Oct 30, 2019 17:59:12 GMT
Granted--I regret to inform you that you are now dogged by bloodthirsty Dobermans.
I wish my leg hadn't fallen asleep.
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Post by donavan on Nov 9, 2019 11:08:42 GMT
Granted. It now only sleeps seldomly like the rest of you.
I wish Terra would come back and give this place a kick up the arse.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Dec 11, 2019 9:22:55 GMT
Granted. I am back part-time to give everyone an occasional hug, a peck on the cheek -- and, as a bonus, a pat on the bum if you're good boys and girls. (Don't worry, I have the hands of a masseuse.)
I wish Don would reach 10,000 posts by Xmas; the suspense is killing me.
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Post by anothersatellite on Dec 11, 2019 20:22:13 GMT
Granted. Look forward to the 313 posts about that statue of Diana Dors in Swindon.
Wish I felt better about everything.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Dec 11, 2019 22:15:16 GMT
Don did me a favour once, and now I'm passing it on: You've written an international best-seller that's created a winfall and handsome advances for future novels, allowing you to move into a cozy chalet by the foot of the Rocky Mountains in beautiful Kelowna, British Columbia -- with its universal health care, strict gun laws, tough but fair election and lobby laws and a functioning democracy with mostly decent politicians.
I wish I could write a money-making, culturally relevant and critically acclaimed best-seller, too!
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Post by anothersatellite on Dec 12, 2019 19:09:22 GMT
Kelowna...
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Post by Finntrovertigo on Dec 13, 2019 1:56:03 GMT
Granted, Terra--you have just published Mein Kampf II--Liberals are the Real Racists.
I wish Christmas music would stop existing.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Dec 29, 2019 4:22:38 GMT
Granted -- it's December 29!
I wish I could find a hat that suited me -- I just don't seem to have a hat-worthy head.
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Post by Finntrovertigo on Jan 23, 2020 2:52:41 GMT
Granted--the only hat that will fit unworthy heads is a MAGA hat. May Dog have mercy on your soul.
I wish Dog had mercy on my soul.
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