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granted. MattG is now driving proficiently. his speed increases at the same linear amount as his recklessness. and he developes a taste for chasing people. american people. around phoenix. he's very determined about it.
i wish our Creator (YuriT) could show some mercy on us and let me dominate the other part of us!
A Dominatrix you may be, but I'm not a subserviant slave.
I might share your liking for hot buttered Croissants, but slam me in chains and leather ??? NEVER!!!
O ho ho ho ho.... Looks like nothing happens here without me.
I here by split Frish back into two, leaving Rich and Fish free to merge together again whenever they with to. The twist is a possibility of loosing such a lovely discussion topic if those two won't get along.
Ok, lets revive this thread!
I wish Simon Cowell was bit in the ass by a rabid monkey.
Granted. You are now a rabid monkey.
I wish threads older than a year would stay dead.
"If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk?" â€“Albert Einstein, when confronted by a neat freak about the disarray in his work space
However, that includes anything useful so the search only goes back 365 days.
I wish Fish had an endless supply of hot buttered Croissants. Each time she wishes for one, it appears, freshly baked on her desk, with real butter dripping down her chin with every bite she takes. However, these croissants are magical in that they contain no calories whatsoever so she can eat away to her hearts content.
"Madam" (said in a french accent), "Can I tempt you to just one more wafer-thin croissant ?"
there's no twist i'll take it ... and i'll take it now, before you think of something ugly ... why thank you, Rich.
i wish i could travel for 6 month, all expenses paid by -whoever- (but not me).
The twist is in granting the wish - as I did for Mike's wish, however, before you really do thank me, I suggest you google "wafer thin", perhaps coupled with "Creosote" or "Mint".......
Granted, you do travel for 6 months, all expenses paid, on the London Underground, Circle line, round and round for 6 months. Never coming up for air, light, anything, your Croissants are delivered to you by magic and all you see are stations and dark tunnels.
As usual you forget to wish for something. So I will grant your wish for nothing. You will never receive anything again.
As they intend to chop up the circle line, (along with the Hammersmith and City line) I wonder how you will be able to go around and around the underground all day? It becomes a long swirl, a bit like the @ sign.
I wish someone would (re-)write the rules to Mornington cresent to reflect this change in Harry Beck's map.
Granted. All Mornington Cresent moves are now reflected in what was originally Harry Beck's map of The Underground. But you DO know how such interferences with time-map-space work, don't you? look at the map! there are branchings into L-space; into the other leg of the trouser you should be in ... well - no offense meant, but are you really an ape?
i wish i the new MattG was holding S_C on its balls.
Sounds like you've been drinking the sediment at the bottom of the barrel Fish. Granted, the newly minted MattG has got S_C by the knackers in one hand and you by the short and curlies in the other.
I wish I could imagine Matt's face when he finds himself in the above situation.
And a hot butter croissant is floating around in the air just out of reach, considering your limitations of movement imposed by the above.
You look down and find yourself starting to decompose as the sun light hits you, so you hastily dive back into your comfy coffin for the rest of your (un)natural life, only seeing the world at night.
I wish I was Tucker.....
From now on you get carrot-juice instead of coffee/tea; every last bit of meat will be substituted by 'English' cooked vegetables (= cooked into oblivion). Every bit of alcohol will turn to water in your glass. Pasta will change to mushed grain. Butter, oil etc. turn to (free-of-fat) yogurth, a plastic condom will grow on your thingy over night, never to be stripped off again. All spices (inlcuding salt) flee the vicinity as soon as you show up.
You will never travel again by ship or plane or car. It's walking from now on. How you'll ever get over an ocean ... no idea.
Get well soon and enjoy your future
oops, sorry, my response was to Yuri ... and who's Tucker?
Trip Tucker is the Chief Engineer of the USS Enterprise....
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