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Granted, but you can’t attend any of the classes.
I wish I could select one of my own past dreams and its events would transpire in reality.
Granted. One of your BDSM dreams with sharpies up your pooper was chosen. gl hf. gg no re.
I wish people would stop necroing this piece of shit.
FunnyFroggy said: Granted. One of your BDSM dreams with sharpies up your pooper was chosen. gl hf. gg no re.I wish people would stop necroing this piece of shit.
Granted.
*Shuffles around to resurrect Count to 840*
I wish people would actually have the time to at least try to post, let alone blog.
Granted, but they decide to do other things with that time.
I wish I could finish my college app essays ;-;
Granted.
But you forget about the rest of your college app.
I wish for highly sophisticated gyroscopic stabilized electromagnetic cannons.
Froggy… I haven’t had that dream and wouldn’t be insane enough to have chosen it anyway, given the much better and more fulfilling alternative that I would have. Gotta corrupt it some other way.
Next: granted. “Some” assembly required. The parts will arrive in 1-lb shipments spread over the course of six years. Welding equipment, batteries and instruction manual not included.
I wish Monsanto would be disbanded.
Y’know, I would grant that wish, but I have no idea what Monsanto is and don’t feel like looking it up, so I’ll just give you a bowl of hot oatmeal to dwell over.
I wish for water. Be imaginative.
Wish is granted, but your water immediately breaks, and you’re rushed to the emergency room in full labour, clutching Ganzicus’ hand the entire time. You give birth to an elephant.
I wish for pop tarts.
Hahaha what
Granted. You spontaneously combust, but the flame does not burn you or anything near you. You quickly become a celebrity among the masses and the inability of modern science to explain your immolation causes most of the uninformed public to lose all faith in science. Society breaks down as the few “scientists” remaining are hunted down and killed, ushering in a new era of superstition and stagnation. You remain in a position of power as a god-figure among the general public, enjoying all the luxuries expected of such a position. In the meantime, undeveloped countries go about their daily struggles as normal, managing to find ways to permanently improve their lots in life after aid from wealthier countries is cut off.
Disgusted with the ignorance of the rest of the civilized world, the Belgians declare war on your country of residence. Having retained the advantage of technology, the 1st Belgian Expeditionary Force rapidly carves a nearly bloodless path through said country of residence with one goal in mind. While you are strolling through the palatial gardens, a Belgian sniper delivers a heavy-calibre round to your head. The fire, being purely cosmetic in nature, did nothing to save you.
Though the damage was done, humanity regains its former knowledge in a mere century. But your legacy remains, manifesting as inexplicable balls of flame that drift on air currents to eventually reach every last corner of the world. Scientists manage to isolate these balls of flame as individual molecules thought to have separated from your remains, yet how these molecules can give off a persistent cosmetic flame will never be known.
And from a high perch six dimensions away, a bearded figure laughs.
I wish I could read at a speed of over 9000 words per minute with a >90% retention rate.
Heck, that’d be a nice life to live.
Granted. However, due to the incredibly mass influx of data being jammed into your hippocampus, your mind cannot withstand it, and your blood vessels explode. I’m not cleaning up the blood on your keyboard.
I wish you’d blog some more.
4 YEAR NECRO
Granted. Ganzicus is back!!!!!
I wish everyone would come back to VuTales…especially the girlies. It’s such a sausagefest now. 🙁
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