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Originally Posted by Dylrob
We now return to you're regularly scheduled program.
I wish for a pile of fresh white chocolate cookies.
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Granted, you get a pile of white chocolate cookies, a HUGE pile. Which is dropped on your head, making you unconcious. Which means you can't eat any of them, and there is also the fact that it is really hot outside which makes the cookies melt into a huge gooey mess with you under it.
I wish for a slow, lazy weekend.