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GRANTED! Unfortunately, he edited his post at the ladt minute. So you were still beaten.
I wish Diana and Naomi would hurry up and get here with my pizza and mozerrella sticks. Besides that, they got them some hot bodies *whistles*
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Turgan's wish is granted. Unfortunately, their hot bodies are due to the melted cheese that slid off the pizzas during a particularly bad swerve.
I wish I had the perfect gift for Dana's birthday.
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You find the perfect gift for Dana's birthday. Unfortunately, what you think is her birthday is actually your girlfriend from high school's birthday, and Dana knows this, so you are in really deep doo doo.
I wish I did not have to write progress reports tomorrow.
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Due to an unfortunate mixup at the Secret Service, the crew spent the day guarding the OLD president and not you. Some nutjob takes advantage. Sorry.
I wish I had a dollar for every time something like this has happened!
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Vadon, *whoosh!* You're whisked off to Cumbria in the UK where you come face to face with Sean Connrey, paper mill manager, farmer, and father of 12. He's happy you're here to help him in his daily chores. Just remember on thing... to you, he is "Sir".
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Granted. Now you are super-focused, and hardly notice anything else around you. Your family, after several tries, can't help you, and you are sent to a psyciatric hospital. You are now in a padded room, and contantly mutter about what you have to be doing.
I wish I had a sword.
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You have the entire set.... straight from Thailand in all their bootleg glory. It is only three minutes into "How Not to Be Seen" that you realize they're dubbed in Cambodian.
I wish there was a good chinese restaurant in town.
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Granted, you now work out of your house and end up tripping over the dog & kids and it takes you 3x as long to get to work as it used to. But no traffic.
I wish I had a monkey.
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Granted! The long awaited weekend arrives. You have wonderful plans for how to spend your free time. Wait a minute--remember that linguini with baby clams that you had last night? Remember how they smelled a bit off, but you ate them anyway? You really shouldn't have. It's a good thing you don't have anywhere you have to be this weekend, because you're going to be busy throwing up for the next two days straight.
I wish that a cheap, effective cure for AIDS had just been discovered.
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Granted! Your heart is no longer an involuntary organ. You are now responsible for pumping your own blood. How you will do this is, of course, your problem.
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Defenstrator, granted! Although you feel like the same old you, your men address you, for some reason, as Col. Tibbets as you make your way toward your plane for what appears to be an important mission. As you round the corner you see your plane before you, dimly illuminated in the moonlight. Huh. That's funny. It's a WWII era B-29, but it looks brand new. You climb into the cockpit, and settle into your seat. Over your radio, you hear the words "Enola Gay, you are cleared for take off". Congratulations! It's about 2 AM on August 6th, 1945, and you're about to fly over Japan and drop Little Boy onto the center of Hiroshima.
Turgan, congratulations! You are holding a sheaf of paper. The paper on the top of the stack is a warrant for your arrest. You're being brought up on murder charges.
I wish that I had a photographic memory.
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You do. It's not all it's cracked up to be, though; the things that are most prominent in your photographic memories are things you wish you hadn't seen, like that REALLY hairy guy at the beach in the speedo...ewww...
I wish I had the time and money to get a professional massage.
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You do. When you show up for your appointment, however, you discover that it's one of "those" massage places, and that the hairy guy in the speedo is your masseuse. Unfortunately, he's still wearing the speedo. Even more unfortunately, he doesn't plan to be wearing it at all. Most unfortunately, he's going to expect a tip.
I wish that the granny smith apple sitting on my desk was a jonathan apple.
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