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Originally Posted by TarJak
I wish I knew what to wish for.
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Granted. In a moment of inspiration you too wish for Donald Trump's hair. However, a freak windstorm causes the comb over to act like a giant windsail. You suddenly find yourself airborne like Sally Fields in the Flying Nun. At first, you think that its' great fun but then, too late, you realize that you're flying over restricted military airspace. A pair of F-16's are scrambled and shoot you down.
I wish I was drunk.