I wnat what she’s having.

Wnat not to lkie

Goes well with the diarrhea t-shirt

He must have a fairly big one. The lady has just got her consanants deranged.

I want to Butter Fly.
I wnat Nkie.

I have This T-shirt.

If you want to fly, try using a magic wnad.

“You” being a proof-reader, I suppose.

I never get what you want.

SALE: Want this T-shirt? Get no T-shirt for free!

“You cna’t always get waht you wnat”.

I guess it’s all about priorities.

SYNOPSIS: The lady wants to party in summer, by making love to you, wearing this T Shirt, while becoming a member of the Mile High Club.

I Wnat. You Jnae.

If you are a hairy potter, you can fly by using a broom skitc.

And on this years bucket list…

“Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Wnat”
(Teh Smiths)

Really, I’m not just after xess.

@72rd 0514.

Me Zantar. What you neaj?

I’ve always wnated a T Shirt liek tsih.

@Yu Noo Hoo. 0517. They tell me you can do it to x ess.

@ Marum 5:22

Well, I’ve had my moments.

– I want this T-shirt, please.
– Anything else?
– Thank you, that would be all.
– Excellent. Goodbye!

You got me under yuro spell.

Wnat is the source of all evils!

What I wnat is not waht I hvae.

-Who do you want?
-Wnat you, that’s for sure.

Uncle Sam says:
I wnat You… to buy this t-shirt!

@BFC 6:07

You mean evils presley?

Wnat do you thnik I am, an AMT machine?

A Dave Allen At Large skit had the joke about a Catholic priest being replace by a computer at a confessional booth. The actual priest, resentful at being demoted to janitor, decides to do something about it. He goes into the booth himself, and the computer asks, “Do you have a confession to make, my son?” The priest says, “No!” The computer replies, “Incorrect answer, reject, reject!” Then the priest gives him more nonsense talk, which really confuses the computer, so it says things like “Twelve male Harries!” before blowing up. The priest takes his old position back.

I want egg and bacon.
I want egg, sausage and bacon.
I want egg and Spam.
I want egg, bacon and Spam.
I want egg, bacon, sausage and Spam.
I want spam, bacon, sausage and Spam.
I want spam, egg, Spam, Spam, bacon and Spam.
I want spam, Spam, Spam, egg and Spam.
I want spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, baked beans, Spam, Spam, Spam and Spam.
I wnat bolster Tehrmiord xau rcevttees whit a Monray suace, garinsehd iwth trffule ptâé, barndy adn a fired geg no pot, dan Sapm.

C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!

As your genie it is my duty to inform you that you are stuck with a party that will never stop (even if you want it to), endless summer, and that lousy T-shirt. Because those were your maximum 3 wishes.

As for love, flight, and me, those are right out.
Not gonna happen. You exceeded your wish limit.
How you arranged and prioritized those wishes was up to you.

Sorry, sucker. I mean, former master.

I want Donna Summer.

I want a wet T-shirt contest!

this shirt is a bit wanting

She wants it all. Except me.

Aww, they were so close to getting it right this time.

It’s the ’90s Consolidated Tour official souvenir t-shirt.

I wnat to fail.

Obviously spelt by smoebdoy under the Egnrish Spell (!!)