You wait three months for your wish to get fulfilled and nothing happens. You decide to go on a vacation to Romania. As you wait at the airport a familliar bloke shows up.
"I am Bond. James Bond. Have a paintbrush."
He then sticks a paintbrush with blue paint in your pocket. You just realize you got a pocket painting from nobody other than James Bond himself when a light beep from your pocket informs you of what everybody besides you would've seen coming. The paintbrush explodes, taking you out with it.
"Mission completed. Now give me a martini. Shaken, not stirred."
I wish for a faggot. Why? Because I spent the last twenty minutes listening to the song 'faggot' over and over again.