Granted, defense has a gate, Mr. Bob gates.

I wish I got my ends

Granted, you are now ended.

I wishI knew what was at the beginning.

Granted, at the begining there were dreams of being the hero, attaining wonderful goals and seeing faraway places. All of which was never achieved.


I wish my yacht was bigger

Granted, but it's just a tad bigger than a loaf of bread.

I wish my girlfriend didn't smell so terrible.

Granted, but just a little bit. (thought you where married jimbuna.)

I wish my school had window in the downstairs classes.:sunny:

Granted, your school now has a window in the lower bunker levels, which totally defeats the point. When the communist revolution starts you and surrounding people take to the shelters only to find yourselves completely exposed and defenseless as the tanks roll into the street...

I wish Task Force's school would get a new tank-proof shelter

They do....it is a submarine with screen doors instead of hatches and it lies at the bottom of the Bearing Straits...with you as it's headmaster, forced to live there all year round.

I wish people would stop crushing my dreams for slightly warmer weather without snow on the ground...

Granted, but it gets warm enough for the fat guy down the road to walk by in a speedo


I wish I could stop spamming random threads and actually contribute.

Granted, you actually contribute more spam more randomly

I wish carcharodon megalodon was still alive and swimming in our oceans

It is...they call it Silent Hunter 3, version GWX 3.0.

I wish it were inaugration day already...

Granted, today is the big day but you oversleep and miss it.

I wish my memory would serve me better.

Granted, your memory serves you better but only in recalling bad date nights, hangovers, lost bets, missed opportunities for riches, fame and beautiful women.

I wish I could stop time.

Granted, time is stopped however you continue along at the velocity you were travelling when it stopped, killing you instantly

I wish the killing would stop

Granted, it stops....but it will never actually end.

I wish my bakers dozen was in fact the imaginery thirteen.

Granted...it is all in your head...and you get to spend eternity in the 'rubber room' because the courts have found you insane.

I wish the heating guy would get his work done and leave so I can spend some quality time with my wife...;)