wish granted for more Arcadians, but now there are millions of people in the arcade, and before you can post someone else has already posted and the arcade is filled with double post on top of double post and it becomes a complete cluster-Quack and with all these Arcadians flooding the arcade we lose the personal relationships which I have grown to enjoy and what makes the arcade special.
I wish the computers at work were allowed to play videos
Granted, but the sense you talked into yourself led you to a career in business, where you landed a job as a top CEO at Enron or Enron type company. Which leads you to prison and now you find your self fighting off anal rape from the other inmates. This leads to you getting "the cut", where you are held down by multiple individuals and one of them use a shank made from a pork chop bone to cut your anal sphincter, rendering it impossible for you to tighten your anus and leaving no hope of you fighting off anal rape. In a prison of 2,347 inmates only one does not have his way with you, only because that one was castrated three months ago.
Post by Dr. Eckleburg on Jul 31, 2010 18:45:23 GMT -5
Wish Granted.. your book is: "Dr. Suess's How the stëvétêrñål stole Christmas" based on real life events.. Unfortunately you get caught and thrown in Whoovish Prison, where you spend the rest of your days.
I wish the air conditioning in my truck wasn't broken.
Granted, but after the song Bonnaroo is written your band learns to play it, and play it well you do. AC entertainment and Superfly productions request you do not play the song anymore, due to some of the lyrics, I will not repeat the lyrics here in fear of being banned from Roo for many years. You and the band stand your ground and claim freedom of speech. A lawsuit ensues and then all helll breaks loose, people egg your house, graffiti on your car, theft of music instruments, someone rapes your dog,(and you do not even have a dog, I know, weird right), and the death threats! But damn that Bonnaroo sound is the Sh!t!
I wish the world was filled with less lawsuits and we as a people could figure out our issues without outside assistance.
granted, but they still get all riled up about that strange "shizzy" taste in their mouths that they just can't quite explain...
I wish all my fantastic new Arcadian friends would contribute $100 each to the "Help Yeshua get a VW Bus Fund". So I could then, in return for their gratitude, travel around in said VW visiting them all and cook them each a wonderful vegan meal!! Then after breakfast/lunch/dinner(whatever the case may be) perhaps play them in a game or 2 of Uno, watch The Big Lebowski, or do something else of equal awesomeness.
Granted, we all have a fantastic time eating fresh good-for-you-food and enjoying quality time doing something with awesomeness, although you get a little down losing to everyone in UNO. Well the government finds out about your "VW fund" and request you pay taxes, which due to new laws amounts to $4200, money you do not have. The bus is impounded, and a "a bag of weed"(...every kitty needs a ball of string, every dog needs a stick, but all you need is a bag of weed to really get your kick, A bag of weed, a bag of weed, everything is better with a bag of weed. I love that Family Guy episode, which is on as I type this) is found under the rear seat. Oddly enough this is not you bag, it was there when you bought the van, but try explaining that to the authorities. Next you find yourself in prison getting "the cut".
I wish my girlfriend would go back to sleep and stop telling me to get off the computer.
Granted, it is a magic carpet and it takes you deep into the desert, the desert in some far away country were you find a city 50,000+ people just like you, well not you, but like minded like you. Self expression is encourage, and self reliance is the law of the land. In this city every thing is free, you can only buy ice and coffee. Everybody is giving and you feel at one with your fellow brothers and sisters. Art cars decorated with bright colorful lights and playing awesome music, carry you across the land. The night scene is one you can not describe, even in this post. But in every direction you look it looks like the circus is just over there and with that circus is a party. Your mind is turned on and you experience life like you never have before. On Saturday night everyone in the city meets in the middle of the Playa around a wooden structure of a man. The fire enclave, which contains hundreds of people spinning fire and performing a pyrotechnic delight you have never seen before, circles the Man. When the time is right the Man is set on fire and burns bright in to the night, until he falls, and then we celebrate! Then you wake up, because it was all just a dream.
I wish this world was more like the one found in Black Rock city in late August.
Granted, I guess, because the winding up has already been done and Burning Man is something that should be planned out months in advance. Months ago the lower tier tickets were cheaper or you could have applied for the Burning Man Cookie scholarship www.burncast.tv/2010/01/official-cookieman-burning-man.html., (the "cookie man" is one of my Stag mates.)
I wish life was like a box of Zebra cakes, full of sweet goodness(aka yellow cake and creme) and fudge stripes!
granted, however the genie misheard and thought you wished for a life like zebras AND cakes...which started innocently enough yet over time has led to an infestation of zebras throughout the country and the worsening of our obesity problem. this was evident in the last kentucky derby which was 90% zebras being ridden by jockeys who are 4'9" and 215 lbs. but worst of all, the zebra infestation has returned zubaz pants back into popularity!