[QUOTE=Hill-Shatar]Your wish is granted. You become a master chef in your kitchen, making delectable dinners for yourself at any time of the day. However, all the food tastes so good that you gain several hundred pounds. Eventually, the media finds out about you, and shoves you on a Cooking Reality Show. The pressure then blows out your guts... not literally.
I wish I had time to read books... and as I know you people well now, I would like to have the time to read my books if it does not damage my job, health or social life.
Lets see someone play words with
that one.
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Alright..it's tricky...but..
Granted, you find that whenever you want it, you have plenty of time to read...so much that you finish your current collection thrice over. As you buy more and more books, you discover that you have infact accidentally collected the diaries of many people you know quite close (including on GB)...and you uncover their dark, terrible brooding secrets, and their sick fanatasies that centre around you. Speechless at these atrocities (which you consider should be classified as war crimes)...([I'm lost right now - NO idea how to finish it]...and then...
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...ummm...)..you vow to *never* reveal these discovered secrets to anyone, hence these truths dwell in the pit of darkness that is your soul, and manifests itself as a brain tumor. (It's not the wish that gave you the tumor - it's you.
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)...
Someone else have a go at that..
I wish my skin (and eyes..my whole body infact) was impervious to fire.
"It is not a Commonwealth division, it is an Australian Division. Why, give me two Australian Divisions and I will conquer the world for you!" - The Desert Fox