Granted. But this is because you have no papers to write, no exams, and generally nothing assigned in any of your classes, so the Dean determines that you have not earned your degree and you have to repeat next year. I wish I didn'e have to go change that flat tire.

Granted, but now your car guzzles oil (like 2 cans a weeks), has horrible mileage, dies a billion times as you try to get out of various parking spots, has no A/C, no CD player, the cassette player never has worked, The passenger visor/mirror randomly falls off, there are loose wires that if they touch metal they create sparks, the central locking mechanism is breaking down on the back seat doors, the tail gate light -always- says the tailgate is ajar (even if it isn't), the fabric pipe thing that leads away from your air filter is broken, aaaaand...you're out of windshield wiper fluid. Wait...this sounds like my Station wagon.... I wish I didn't have a crappy station wagon...

Granted. Your car explodes, and you have no choice but to purchase a bicycle, and learn to suffer the dreaded helmet head. But on the plus side, your legs and butt get pretty fit. I wish I had a better paying job.

Granted. Drug smuggling pays very well. Sadly, Customs doesn't think too highly of your new career choice. Enjoy Joliet. I wish the "House" TWoP mod hadn't been such a douche and made everybody flee the boards there.

Granted. But you find a non-TWoP forum to post on instead AND you still get to kill me. Wait. How is that a corruption for you? good to see you N JMG!!! I wish I could drink beer and not get a hangover.

Granted you get a stomach ulcer I wish the cat would quite bogarting the blanket

Granted. The dog does instead. I wish it was Sept 25 today.

Granted but you have to go to class, work, wasj your hair...anything that keeps you from teh season premier I wish my stomach wasn't in so much turmoil right now

Granted. Instead it moves to your head, and you waste away, contemplating rilly rilly deep sad things. I wish my stupid knees would stop acting arthritic. I'm only 22, for god's sake.

Oh geez, feel better both of you (Troops and Starling!). I wish my stupid knees would stop acting arthritic. I'm only 22, for god's sake. Granted. Tomorrow House amputates your legs. Enjoy your years of malpractice suits! I wish the beer didn't make me forget what I was going to wish for.

Granted. It was the vodka. I wish I had more vodka....

Granted. Enjoy having your stomach pumped tomorrow morning, after you get alcohol poisoning. I wish I could get paid to write.

Granted. But the magazine you write for pays crappy rates, and folds after one issue. You get sued as part of the company. I wish I could remember my French irregular verbs.

Granted, but you forget the regular ones.... I wish my friend Laura didn't have to go home to Australia tomorrow.

Granted. You have to go to Australia, though, sans Laura. I wish I had a normal sleep schedule.