Wish granted, St-Dumas permanently has "elephantitus" now, & is never able to have sex with anyone again, so he goes crazy, & tries to cut his "jewels", but dies trying to, then gets eaten by, hungry, & horny cannibalistic Smurfs.

I wish this would satisfy St-Dumbass.

Granted.

I'm satisfied. You need pills.

I wish people would stop insulting me for no reason.

wish granted, but the lack of insults cause paranoia as you realize that every one is still insulting you behind your back.

I wish my job didn't ####.

Wish granted

It doesn't #### cause you don't have one.

I wish that Mr./Mrs. Whiskers was still around.

wish granted
you're now a fluffer on an adult movie set.
your job blows.

i wish my theatre was playing house of flying daggers this weekend.

Wish granted

The genie misunderstands you and your trapped in a house with flying daggers for all eternity. Plus your immortal. Oh the pain.

I wish I wasn't such a sadistic idoit.

Granted.

The announcement is made. The tickets sell out before you get any.

I wish I had a better cell phone.

Wish granted, we now have a reason.

I wish these pills weren't Flintstone's kids vitamins.

wish granted

Unfortinatly it's rigged to explode.

I wish my last to wishes where granted.

Wish granted, now you're just an idiot who rambles incoherantly about someones cat name Whiskers, whom you're unsure of whether or not it's a male or female.

I wish I had never ending gas.

Granted

The aweful smell pisses off Mr./Mrs. whiskers who eats you.

I wish I was Ms/Mrs whiskers the transexaul superzonbie cat.

Wish granted, & now St-Dumas is your pimp, & he frequently pimp slaps you, just 'cause you're a transexual uber-zombie cat.

Place wish here.

I wish I had more video games.

Wish granted. You have every Rugrats game known to man.

I wish I could run at super speed.

What? A coherent wish with no horrible misspellings?

Wish granted

You can now run at Flash level speeds. Sadly you neglected to mention super reflexes, so you collide with a busload of orphans at relativistic speeds. Now THAT is a mess!

I wish people would learn the difference between your and you're. Please. We'll just start with that and get to your atrocious spelling in time.

Or mention the zombie cat thing...c'mon, there is only so many times you can flog a dead horse before it starts to get pulpy.

And a million dollars