|Yep, just like in Willy Wonka. Exactly the hell that.|
What would you exchange your ticket for?
Sorry. For what would you exchange your ticket?
|Whatever. Also, please leave my head.|
It would be my feet.
|Caveat: These are not my feet.|
I could wish to be five inches taller, 40 pounds lighter, or just generally leaner and sinewy-er than I am.
However, if I had pretty feet, I might actually feel a sense of accomplishment.
No corns, no rough spots, no misshapen pinky-nails.
|I couldn't take a decent picture of my pinky toes,|
but trust me, they are cloven, as per the Biblical
description of evil.
That's just me.
What about you?
What if you could cash in one current bodily feature for another that was more perfect in aspect? What would it be?
This should be interesting.