Is granted, but only underwater.

I wish I had unlimited wishes.

You're killed by a train. Yes, that's how that works.

I wish I hadn't gone out last night.

can't get infinite wishes but it was worth a try, but if I was a genie, that would count as a wish oyu wishwaster!

Anyways, I wish to run at the speed of lightspeed!

guess its grugg, since he posted first..

Granted... you never went out last night.. unfortunately, your evil twin did, and made things that much worse for you (or in Grugg's case, maybe its better?)

I wish that i had more time to write

You are given more time to write, but you always get writers block.

I wish I could breathe under water.

You grow gills... quick better find a swimming pool. You think your lungs just died.

I wish for something blue that is also a hat.

You get exactly what you wish for. A blue hat.

But, a sudden downpour causes the hat to shrink, fusing to your head. Grab a chisel. You'll need it.

I wish for inspiration.

You kill the thread.

Seriously, nobody else has any more inspiration to post. You now have every bit of inspiration in the entire world.























I wish for a hot dog

Get a doxen sitting in the sun with ontop of a giant hot dog bun.

I wish for someone to say Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Granted. Now every time music is playing, you will hear that song, and every time you watch a movie, it will magically become Mary Poppins, just for you!

I wish my writer's block would leave. (Flirt is evil, but accurate)

The writer's block has left, now you have insomnia!

I wish for Ralph Bakshi to make another animated film.

Granted.... unfortunately it goes straight to video... in central asia... have fun getting a copy


i wish you people would quit spying on me!!!!

The director of the CIA and the head of the FBI both come to your house and hand over all files they have on you for you to do with as you see fit. The head of the NSA, hidden by a bush, quietly offers a paper shredder for your use. As a result, the Publisher's Clearing House people have no idea who you are and where to find you now, so no $10 million for you. Sorries.

I wish for Mr. Bill of Saturday Night Live fame to have the Best Day Ever.

Mr. Bill has HIS Best Day Ever... which is to say, he has one less life-threatening accident than usual.

I wish I could teleport accurately at will.

You can teleport accurately at Will... unfortunately, you didn't specify exactly which Will you preferred, so you're stuck accurately teleporting at random Wills with no control over which Will will be next... There's Will Rogers... *BAMF* ... There's Wil Wheaton... *bamf*... oooh... Whippoorwill! *bamf* will.i.am...



I wish not to make a wish.