Make a wish and ruin someone else's

Granted, you can now go 10 minutes without blinking.
I wish there was a worldwide wifi network.

 

Granted, but as I'm only going to change my avatar to get the secret trophy, and I just missed my opportunity, it's probably not going to happen for a while.
I wish I could touch type.

 

Granted, but they change all the keyboards around and touch type is now useless. They now use touch key
I wish for a ps4

 

granted your family hogs it and you cant play.

I wish i had call of duty 4 (yes its real)

 

granted, but you had to patch it and now it turned into a call of duty ghosts dog tdm only

I wish my family wouldn't hog my new ps4

 

Granted your neighbors ho it.
I wish amgtree's neighbors didnt hog his ps4 so i could have it

 

Granted, but your neighbors are no better.

I wish I had a stylish pair of glasses.

 

Granted, but you lost them

I wish for everything good to happen

 

Granted, but they have bad results.

I wish for a pair of wings.

 

Granted, now you're a bird eating crumbs and squirting shit.

I wish for a George Zimmerman dutchwife doll.

 

Granted, but it turns alive at night and turns into a psychopathic murderer.

I wish for a world famous cookie recipe.

 

Granted, but the cookie kills you and thousands of people and that's why its famous
I wish for battlefield 4

 

Granted, but unfortunately the recipe wasn't famous for what the general cookie consumers considers of value. Oh and the recipe turns alive and it became alive with a little bit of personality.. Soon after it grows two strong arms, strong enough to carry and lift your bulky body up to the sun on top of the bow of the rainbow. While lifted up and living the American dream you both ejaculate and grin with your dimples sore as the semen rains on top of you, the recipe is very unapologetic about the situation.

Granted, but the wishmaster went to Blockbuster and bought you the day's deal Peggle instead.. Stunning as it is already, it's as well a rented copy.

I wish for a Snickers baton which doesn't turn alive or kill me.

 

Granted, but as it turns out the integer loves BDSM and jumps on you with his graph paper patterned latex armor and whips you with his straightedge whip which makes calculator sounds when it grinds your skin.

I wish I hadn't taken so much acid in the 80's.

 

Granted, you took it in the 90's.
I wish I could follow Hella's less reasonable more elusive trains of thought.

 

I wish this line of discussion would stray back on topic.

 

Granted, but the thread gets lock
I wish for some story time