Granted but now your hammering all over this land.


I wish we could sit at a table and toss the Crush your Dreams in person with many pitchers of beers

Granted, but you need to come to the SS Meet next month with plenty of beer tokens.

I wish the bitch sitting opposit me would contract bleeding piles, thus forcing her to wear nappies.

Granted, but she leave her blood soaked disposables on your chair when you go for a break

I wish for lots of nice beer for all who are going to the Subsim meet this year

Granted: But if you and Jimbuna get there first there will be no nice beer left for anyone else :lol:

I wish i could play in the black holes that are getting created :D

Granted but the gravity pulls at your feet faster than the rest of your body thus tearing you apart at the waist....you perish


I wish I was going to the SS meeting....but i know I would be hung over most of the time....


KD

Granted, you'd be hung over a bar counter most of the time.

I wish my car could drive via voice command.

Granted, but then you get a tongue cancer.

I wish I was the owner of this forum and could ban you all.

Granted, you are the owner of this forum and you ban everyone, leading to mass protests all over the world and eventualy your house comes under seige by STEED and Tony Blair, the bitch that sits next to jimbuna and the Glorious army of Ubootcomrade land, all of them armed with 'poop bricks'.


I wish my army wins the seige of kranz's house.

Granted, but that means only you are left to clean up the mess afrerwards.

I wish bullsh!t was edible.

Granted, it is fed to the voting public every day.


I wish I hadn't lost my new watch.

Granted, you look at your wrist and your watch is there. Too bad that now your hand is missing.

I wish I could save time in a bottle.

Granted, but the last time you opened the bottle, you drank yourself into oblivion.

I wish I could train camel jockeys.

Granted, but after time you get atracked to the camels itself and you start to shag 300 of them and become the worlds sickest person.

I wish for a pair of good sneakers to outrun Jimbuna

HunterICX

Granted but what you didn't know is that JB was actually running for his high-powered 106 MM recoilless rifle and once you get past him and he reaches the 106, he uncorks it, aims at your back, lets loose on the fleshette rounds, and you are instantly torn to shreds which he picks up, picks out the bones, and tosses into the stew pot for tonight's meal.

I wish Ike WEREN'T headed for Texas (which is what I meant to say last time.)

Granted, but they are sneakers, therefore only fast as long as you sneak

EDIT:

Granted, it is now headed for New York

I wish to break this and that