[Bauchelain the Evil]

He does but then kills you.

I wish I was immortal

[Sixty]

You're immortal in the sense that your consciousness is implanted in a single location miles underground for all eternity.

I wish I was omniscient + omnipotent and had full control over my abilities.

[Bauchelain the Evil]

You do and become the most powerful being ever.
Alas you never said anything about being immune to disease and so you die after taking a common cold.

I wish I could live in evey habitat in the universe

[Grief]

You can, and do. At the same time.
This leads to you being rather...stretched.

I wish for an awesomely original reply.

[Hinter]

You get an awesomely original reply, but sadly not from me.

I wish I could cook.

[Bauchelain the Evil]

You can but nobody bevelieves you.

I wish I could duplicate myself

[Mentalist]

yopu can, thus creating your evil twin. who then kills you and goes on to supplant your role in life, achieving all the things you never could.

I wish my two labs were done.

[Bauchelain the Evil]

They are but they are sequestred by the police who are suspicious for how fast they were completed.

I wish I had more friends

[eekwibble]

You receive 50 penpal requests with Sing Sing postmarks.


I wish I could be more creative.

[Sixty]

You could and discover a creative way to get that boring mindless corporate job you always wanted.

I wish I was more awake.

[Grief]

Someone throws a crate of pepsi through your new expensive windows. Very awakening though.

I wish I had some pepsi...

[no_survivors]

After drinking the most enjoyable Pepsi of your life, you turn on the television only to find out that all Pepsi beverages are being recalled because a disgruntled, hepatitis B infected employee named Bob has been pissing in the vats.

I wish I owned a bookstore.

This post has been edited by Maddog: 09 February 2009 - 10:01 PM

[frookenhauer]

You suddenly find yourself the owner of a bookstore. Yay! Just one problem, Ravenous bookworms from Peru came in with with the last shipment of detective novels and thus begins the battle for the store. There are two ways to kill these once rare beasties. Number 1: Spray the vicinity with the top of the range pesticide, unfortunately the stuff is pretty much pure acid and you'd have no shop left afterwards and you can't get a loan to refill said bookshop...Bugger. The second option is to hunt them down with spears made from cocktail sticks, so you put on your warpaint and the hunt begins. Unfortunately for you its taken you a while to get it all together and these bookworms have grown in size and the reason why the neighborhood is so quiet and the new glut of posters on Lamp posts inquiring about lost pets becomes evident when you come face to face with the beasties. Shoulda come better prepared...*screams like a girl*

I wish for toffee topped ice cream to be handed out free at cinemas.

[Sinisdar Toste]

you got to the cinema this friday and get your free ice cream, topped with toffee just like you like it. you say thank you to your grandma who is standing at the front door handing out the ice cream. inside your sister is selling tickets and your dad is hocking popcorn to pogo stick jumping bhokarala. thats when you wake up

i wish i had a private jet

[frookenhauer]

You get your private jet! How cool is that? So anyway you pack your bags and decide first stop Japan, to get the very latest in modern hi tech gear. Do you decide to take family or buddies along? hell no, there's a reason its called a private jet. Any way you're flying over the pacific and you're looking out the widown with your vodka martini in hand and the latest lesbo pron on the cinema and you see a parachute...no two parachutes. you can just make out a pilots uniform and the magnificent boobs of the stewardess that was serving you...Eek. Anyway you head to the cockpit and find a note. You are a bastard. prepare to die...Eek. The fuel gauge light is blinking and the autopilot is deflating and the radio is smashed...Eek!...You think "If Captain Sully the third can do this so can I" and you visualise all the plane crash movies you ever seen and try to recreate a landing a water landing...By some miracle you actually make the best landing possible and crack open the hatch and glory be! An island is seen on the starboard bow. w00t! You swim towards it with joy in your heart and a song on your lips...Unfortunately for you the sharks in the area have become quite attuned to the fact that large metal objects making big sounds in the water means dinner and you end up getting chomped by Pavlovs sharks

I wish to finally get to meet CI's sister

[eekwibble]

Frookenhauer, on Feb 10 2009, 12:46 AM, said:

you can just make out a pilots uniform and the magnificent boobs of the stewardess that was serving you...Eek.

Exactly WHAT are you trying to say here?

You meet CI's sister but Mushroom's first assumption was correct.


I wish I knew how to speak fluent Latin.

[Sixty]

You do, because you're a roman slave.

I wish we had public transportation here in suburban new england.

[Stalker]

You do, but then the rest of us in new england hunt you down because we like trucks and 4 wheelers as transport... things don't go well from there.

I wish I ruled the world! And that no one could stop me because I was immortal and eternally young, kinda like a greek god, who can't be killed or anything. Rather, like them I make my own rules, subject only to fate.

[eekwibble]

You do, they can't, you are...

...oh fuck!!! He killed the thread!

















...then you read this post again and realise how boring it would be to live forever having to scroll through the same old detritus day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day...etc.


I wish for a damn hot, young, nubile, and downright filthy cleaning maid.

[Ain't_It_Just_]

You get her but she loves your sibling/parent/relative and services him or her every night on YOUR bed. Hee hee.

I wish I had some steak and potatoes.