Do all the hands attached to my body at the present time have to belong to me? #beingfrankenstein
More than one and less than seventy.
So…I shouldn’t count the ones in jars of formaldehyde on my mantle, right?
Far out ! We used to talk like that. No kidding. Still, it is true; I have a colony or maybe a metropolis living under my left big toe. I could get a script but, I’ve seen the little guys on the commercial and I can’t bring myself to wipe-out such cute little coverall-wearing creatures. I mean, they gotta’ make a living, too.
That’s funny. I empty my bladder in both instances. Don’t blame you.
If I were a horse, 17.
It’s a pretty good poll. Not the best one, but…
How about preference ? How many freak leftys do we have ? Sorry about the freak thing. I know better, but it’s too late to revise. Let’s call them the preferentially impaired. Should they be slaughtered, wholesale, or do we need them for baseball only ? Or am I overstating the threat posed by those weirdos ?
I’m bi-handeral
Zero. I’m typing this with the mutant, long-toed, ultra flexible feet that I was born with on the ends of my arms. I admit, sometimes the constant stares from others whenever I step out my door gets to me.
Random aside: I’ve always wanted to be a lefty. No idea why, it just seems so cool. Despite this, I’m still boringly right hande- uh, mutant-footed.
To within an order of magnitude, I have 10[sup]0[/sup] hands.
How many hands do I have? Enough.
Really? I never have enough.
Are we counting gloves?
So you have one at the end of each arm, plus a watch with only one hand?