Granted. It is not tasty I wish for Obama to wear a gay hat while pretending to be a giraffe in front of 9 year old children and whistling the power rangers theme song in a thick African accent.
Granted. A speeding car slams into you as you are crossing the street behind a street sweeper pinning you between the two vehicles. Severed at the waist with all your innards held in by the car, you spend the next few remaining moments of your life reflecting all you've done wrong and will never have the chance to right.... Mel Gibson walks by feeling an odd sense of deja vu. I wish for a sumo wrestler singing karaoke badly.
Granted. You travel to japan to witness a sumo wrestler singing karaoke badly, flights are cheap, food is great, people are warm and welcoming. To your surprise, Sumo wrestlers are a huge deal in Japan, they're essentially celebrities! You are granted VIP access into a karaoke bar, it didn't even take much effort, all you had to say was "look man I just really want to see a fat guy singing karaoke" and the doorman sympathized. Once inside you hear singing, absoltley awful singing, like the most obscure noises you've ever heard a human make. You chuckle to yourself, but somebody notices, and shit hits the fan. Turns out laughing at a sumo wrestler is a crime against humanity, and right there and then you're forced to commit seppuku for your insulting behavior. I wish to be bad at everything I do.
Granted. You are given a pair of magic socks that can only be worn with sandals. Since you can't seem to find your sandals, you can't wear the socks. I wish for the next person to wish for cornbread.
Granted? I wish for cornbread to constantly come out of every hole in rando's body for the next 12 hours.