Corrupt A Wish!

[PunctureWounds]

sad Just, granted... Only to have you learn nothing and cease to grow as a human being.

I wish I had a banana milkshake.  

[TintedShades]

Granted, but the bananas used were rotten and the milk chunky (yuck!).

I wish I knew what to say at my job interview stressed .  

[PunctureWounds]

You do, but you forget english and answer all the questions in pig latin.

I wish the traffic was quieter.  

[rathykins]

Granted, but that is because you have been teleported to the middle of the Amazon... o.O.

I wish things work out and I can go see a movie tonight.

 

[PunctureWounds]

Granted, the movie you go to ends up being a foreign film without subtitles and undubbed. I hope you speak some german!

I wish it wasn't so hot out right now!  

[ManagerKyoto]

Granted, but now we are entering an ice age again.

I wish that I could get my new watch now.  

[Aurora Sing]

Granted it just doesn't keep time


I wish I was going to California on vacation instead of for work scream  

[ManagerKyoto]

Granted, but when you get there you still have to work.

I wish I could know why I feel the way I do.  

[Aurora Sing]

(feels mgr-K)
Granted you feel like fuzzy socks

I wish for some salad with yummy dressing  

[OtherWorlds]

Granted, but the dressing is a year old.

I wish I had a Slurpie.  

[ManagerKyoto]

Granted, but it is triffle flavoured.

I wish I had a cool nickname  

[TintedShades]

Granted, your nickname is now fluffykins (pretty cool, huh).

I wish there weren't so many buttons to memorise on a register.  

[Staff Information Account]

Granted, there are no buttons and you have to do it all on paper.

I wish i had an awsome car.  

[ManagerKyoto]

Granted, but someone scratchs the side with a key the second you leave it alone.

I wish I were unstoppable at paintball on saturday.  

[Flying Squiddle]

Your wish is granted, and you find that you are unstoppable at paintball. In fact, your paintball gun has somehow permanently fused itself to your arm. Everywhere you go, you fire an unending stream of paintballs. At school. In the car. At work. Eventually, you begin to get used to it. Then, fate intervenes.

One night, as you're driving along with your paintballgunappendage hanging out the window so as not to splatter your newly upholstered leather seats, you accidentally fire a barage of paintballs at Tux, godfather of the Geek Mafia.

You do your best to run, dodging the geeky hitmen from one country to the next, but it's pretty easy to follow someone who leaves a brightly colored trail wherever they go.

Within one week, you end up at the bottom of a lake, wearing cement shoes and a penguin costume.

My wish:

I wish I were sane.

O_O