Granted, for both mystic and justin. The moment you become taller, it is on a rollercoaster. You were just barely short enough to ride it... That is, until you made your stupid joint wishes. Now you smash into the roof at the start and go to the hospital with twenty different types of concussions. Ouch.

I wish for a gigantic supply of Orange Crush soda. Delicious.

To be, or not to be....
You get the idea.
And read Just a Puddle, too. (See my profile content)
I'm happy. I'm crazy. I'm friendly. I'm Timmy. So be it.

Granted. You now have a gigantic supply of Orange Crush Soda in your bedroom... without the bottle. Good luck going out smelling like citrus.

I wish to be the President of the World.

Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.
-Edgar Allan Poe

Granted. Enjoy dealing with all the chaos that consumes the world on a daily basis. I'm sure you'll be well liked.

I wish I had a big mustache.

Granted. But when obtain said mustache, you become the subject of many 'World Record Mustache' Youtube videos, and the previous record holder puts a price on your gigantic mustachio. Fleeing from those bounty hunters should be fun.

I wish could play guitar like Buckethead. Sweet.

To be, or not to be....
You get the idea.
And read Just a Puddle, too. (See my profile content)
I'm happy. I'm crazy. I'm friendly. I'm Timmy. So be it.

Granted.

You rise to "Buckethead" fame. While one of the better guiter players on Earth, you are constantly berated by "real metal fans," about how much they think you suck. The e-mails and hate mail flow in at a steady pace, until you decide to put down the guitar forever.

I wish I was an accomplished painter.

Granted.

You are now like the painters of the old times. You lose an ear, just like Van Gogh. You now have a large goiter, just like Michaelangelo. And you're now gay, like Leonardo da Vinci...

I wish for a cute puppy.

Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.
-Edgar Allan Poe

Granted. You get the puppy, but you foolishly take it for a walk right after Mother's Day. All the mothers whose ugly teenagers forgot to buy them something, desperate to feel loved by something small and adorable, maternal instincts raging, trample you in order to get to the puppy.

I wish for a generous benefactor who would pay my $15 000 a year tuition.

By the way...What exacty is so bad about being gay?

Some of us get along just fine with it.

Oh geez.. don't get me wrong. I'm actually a supporter of homosexuals. Maybe I just want to mention something about Da Vinci.. Sorry about that.

Anyway... Granted.

You now have a generous benefactor who not only pays your tuition, but also your food, clothes, even your family's clothes, even you're neighbors' clothes, etc, etc... in exchange for your tasty blood.

i wish to go to sleep.

Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.
-Edgar Allan Poe

Granted. Unfortunately, your sleep happens to go on, oh, say, for all of eternity, now that you have lost the ability to rise into conciousness. Too bad.

I wish for a DVD collection of (but not limited to) Scorpio Rising, They Shoot Horses, Don't They?, and The Godfather. Post haste.

To be, or not to be....
You get the idea.
And read Just a Puddle, too. (See my profile content)
I'm happy. I'm crazy. I'm friendly. I'm Timmy. So be it.