Granted. You are now irresistibly tasty. Women aged 35 to 40 now have an intense desire to devour you (So does everyone else for that matter).
I wish that I could fly
I wish that I could fly
Grant My Wish #2
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Granted. You are now irresistibly tasty. Women aged 35 to 40 now have an intense desire to devour you (So does everyone else for that matter).
I wish that I could fly
Granted, but you're that kid from Radio Flyer who gets the shit kicked out of him and can only fly a wagon.
I wish the crazy bird outside would stop attacking me every time I go out there.
Granted, but now airplanes are attacking you every time you go outside.
I wish my wishes weren't corrupted by these perverts Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
Granted, but your wishes are corrupted by 'whatever the opposite of a pervert is'...
I wish I was my ideal weight. (June 27, 2011 at 7:48 pm)Darwinian Wrote: Granted, but your wishes are corrupted by 'whatever the opposite of a pervert is'... Granted, but the only way to get there is by eating noting but horseshit. I wish my dog would stop following me around.
Nothing is your own except the few cubic centimeters inside your skull. - George Orwell
Granted, but you now smell like fish and all the neighborhood cats try to nibble you to death.
I wish for another set of arms...
Granted, The police are now knocking on your door, they found the rest of him.
I wish for more wishes!
Granted, but the only thing you can wish for is toxic waste.
I wish for a new cell phone.
Nothing is your own except the few cubic centimeters inside your skull. - George Orwell
(June 28, 2011 at 12:48 am)Rhage Wrote: I wish for a new cell phone. Granted, but it is on the AT&T network. I wish for a cure for cancer.
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own - Bertrand Russell
RE: Grant My Wish #2
June 28, 2011 at 12:53 am
(This post was last modified: June 28, 2011 at 12:54 am by Jax.)
(June 28, 2011 at 12:51 am)FaithNoMore Wrote: I wish for a cure for cancer. Granted, but people got mistaken cancer for the horoscope, which they instead created a cure to change our star sign. I wish for a soft pillow. Quote:"I think it's perfectly possible to explain how the universe came about without bringing God into it, but I don't know everything, and there may well be a God somewhere, hiding away. Actually, if he is keeping out of sight, it's because he's ashamed of his followers and all the cruelty and ignorance they're responsible for promoting in his name. If I were him, I'd want nothing to do with them." |
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