Granted but after those crazy Equestrian taxes you only get $1. I wish my truck had a 1000MPG rating.
Granted. It's rancid and falls on your from 50000 feet in the air. I wish I'm not standing next to Ridley when that cake lands.
Granted. Your neighbor puts several sticks of dynamite on his dog and hurls it through your window. It explodes, killing you. But hey, the dog is dead too! I wish I had twenty dollars.