Granted. Everyone is injected with liquid cocaine when they log into the General Discussion. (you DID mean General Discussion, right? If not, just add cocaine to the mix.:derpe I wish for a pair of jeans.
Granted. It goes away, but now you can do nothing but violently defecate fiery diarrhea. I wish for a Popsicle!
Granted. It is super comfortable and fun stuff like that, but it has three foot spikes and fire coming out of the front of it. I wish for a new pair of shoes.
Granted, you lose your feet though. (AWESOME FIRE TITS) I wish for my project to be done to A+ standards.
Granted! You are sent back to kindergarten where EVERYTHING is A++ with a smiley face. I wish for a five pound bar of Hershey's chocolate.
Granted. Your work gains sentience and focuses on YOU as well. I wih I could find my '' key. It i really meing me up a far a pelling goe.
Granted! You are now under permanent house arrest and have to wear an ankle bracelet. I wish I had more toes.
Granted, your entire body is now solely made out of toes. I wish for some plastic cups (I'm out of them in my room)
granted but you never said alike in what way. You now have the same hair cut, but your body becomes really wimpy.
Granted. You constantly have the smell of farts about you and your mouth tastes like old cheese. I wish that I had wooden shoes.