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Granted, contractions are now disallowed in English and all memory of their existence has been wiped out. But, boy does it ever take people a long time to say things now. Your new crusade is outlawing the passive voice and progressive tenses. You really do have to get a life, Rockhopper. All that herring just cannot be good for someone.
I wish no one, except me, would be allowed to drive on San Francisco streets between 7:30 a.m. and 8:00 a.m. when I drive to work.
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Granted! The insane traffic rush that ensues means that your staff doesn't ever get to work until 11. You must leave the office every day at 8 PM, since working in the morning is now impossible.
I wish for unlimited wishes.
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Semi's wish Granted - you are the only one allowed to drive on San Francisco Streets between the hours of 7:30am and 8:00am. However your commute time is tripled as all those people are now walking on the streets of San Francisco at that time.
not Kid Prime's wish Granted - Please state your wishes so I can fulfill them in equally nasty ways.
I wish for nothing
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Granted, like every human being, your sense of unfullfillment is astonishing. You spend what should be your productive years, in pursuit of unattainable goals that achieve solidity only in your unbridled fantasy life. Too bad you neglect the things that are really important. Oh, you wanted wishes that come true? Why didn't you say so?
I wish for one day of perfect happiness.
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Granted! You are soon worn out, but it just won't stop. You're always tired now, not to mention sore. You long for some peace and quiet. You scream that you just want to be left alone. Your excess of emotion just heightens your irresistibility, and the clamor for your favors increases. Finally you can take it no more and you embark on a trek to the Canadian arctic where finally, you are alone. That is until Quin the Mighty Eskimo and his tribe of handsome Innuit find you and trap you in your igloo...
I hope nKP finds fullfillment.
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Granted - Unfortunately they are only into things you find disgusting.
I wish someone else comes up with a wish
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Granted - But now I need something to replace all that blue ink I just used to replace the black ink. I know, I'll use all this black ink.
I wish to dance the jig
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