Granted, but you wish the shiny trash can would die. You are invaded by millions of duffers who try to spear you. You manage to escape and run down the highway. It is rainy, cloudy and stormy. Suddenly the sun comes up. Everything shines in its light, even your evil, dark soul. You look up to the sky and think "Thank heavens". But as you look up, you are blinded so much that you have to close your eyes. It is not the sunshine... the sun coud never be as radiant... it is the shiny trash can itself come to kill you. You fall down on your knees and cry: "Have mercy on me, oh shiniest of trash cans!"
"I am the trashiest of shiny cans you dork" cometh the reply from above.
"Sorry, I forgot. Please, shiny trash can, I will never wish for your death again. I will wish you had cancer or the flu, but I promise..."
"YOu are forgiven. But from now on you cannot post in dufferland any longer. I can't bear your sight" says the can. NOW your wish is really corrupted. Hehe.
I wish I was the shiny trash can.