Granted. The global stockpile of beer runs out before you even have a chance to get off your bed. Since nobody made any money off it, nobody can afford to produce a new batch and the beer industry worldwide is forced to shut down. To state the obvious, the Apocalypse ensues.

I wish the A380 was a successful plane.

Granted, but it's success causes the collapse of Beoing putting thousands of workers out of a job and causing a run of the worl sharemarket so that no-one can afford to fly on it any longer.

I wish my next wish would be better that my last.

Granted, but it turns around and makes you wish again and again FOREVER.


I wish I could be Emperor of the Moon.

Granted but nobody will clonized the Moon.:p
I wish my dog was more playful!

Granted, but he becomes SO playful, he keeps you up all night and day. You cannot play with him any longer. Hence, he becomes enraged and bites into your throat, killing you in minutes.

I wish I hadn't broken Photobucket's stupid fecking bandwidth.:nope:

Granted, all your photos and videos have been deleted!

I wish I could buy my wife the antiques that she desires!

Granted. But then you find she desires the antiques more than you. She eventually kicks you out of the house to make room for more antiques.

I wish I had an infinite supply of wishes.

Granted, but you soon run out of things to wish for well before the wishes themselves run out.

I wish I was on holiday.

Granted, you move to the States and become American to have this holiday (Thanksgiving), so you lose the great Aussie accent and people start calling you Bubba.

I wish firewood was cheaper.

Granted, the firewood becomes so cheap because people cut down all the trees on the planet. A few days later, we suffocate.

I wish I had more time and alcohol.

Granted, but having lost your job and become an alcoholic you are made homeless because you don't pay your bills.

I wish Americans wouldn't call me Bubba!:damn:

Granted, they prefix it with 'Hubba' and your now called Hubba Bubba.

I wish pelicans could talk.

Granted. Pelicans can now talk. However it turns out they haven't much to say, all they want to talk about is how many fish you can fit in your mouth.

I wish my tooth would stop hurting.

Granted, they do, but that's because they all fall out of your mouth.

I wish my birthday would be a biiit closer.

Granted, but you would soon get sick of growing old quicker than everybody else.

I wish details of the next SS gathering would be announced.