The taco you wish for gives you explosive diarrhea the moment you take one bite of it and swallow. Now your toilet is painted a brown color and needs replacement, even though your home is now a biohazard.
You cannot report your findings to the living and people keep on sperging about religion and the afterlife long after you are gone.
At least I don't have to deal with the sperging. The wish didn't seem too bad, heh.
Your uncorruptable wish is now a pure wish which unfortunately only means it can be wishful thinking.
Turns out the person granting the wish finds a loophole, so fat chance on that one.
You wake up one morning to find a giant mecha resting halfway in your front yard and halfway in the street. The neighbors whose access to their own driveway is now blocked have called the police, who in turn contact the FBI. Upon further investigation, the 500lb drum bombs in the lower weapons hold are discovered, and you're arrested for possession of WMD. You go to federal-pound-me-in-the-ass prison forever.
The FCC drops their war against the internet. Unfortunately, an even greater threat takes the place. Now the politicians start an even more terrible war.
Because leaf blower guy has shutted up, he can no longer yell watch out when their is an oncoming car. 1 person died from an oncoming vehicle.
Your job is really frustrating and unsatisfying because you have to manage the entire universe and people keep on screwing up. But at least the Fish-Speakers are pretty.
The pianist only plays Miley Cyrus covers.
I make a wish, but it's some retarded crap about badgers.
Your loyal badger army turns out to be one that is loyal to the badger king. They end up eviscerating you because you aren't a badger.
That magic is scatomancy.
I come into your house and beat you up as though I was an anti-furry trying to murder a furry.
Now I wish I had a Klondike bar.
I now wish that bronies no longer existed and that furries also did not exist.