I can’t hoola-hoop, and I’ve tried plenty of times.
I can’t do what you do, or even understand your explanation! 
Me either.
I can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd.
I can’t give you anything but love, baby.
Speak Spanish. Only speaking foods in Spanish doesn’t count. I was raised bilingual. In my defense, at my school, spoken only was English.
you need to reach for your inner errol flynn.
Wink with my left eye.
Causes all sorts of problems the range.
I can close my left without closing the right, but can’t do the opposite unless I pull the lid down with my finger.
How does this issue come up in English? It’s not like we’re continually being challenged to say “Rrrobert gave Rrrichard a rrrap in the rrribs for rrroasting the rrrabbit so rrrare”.
I can button my right cuff button with my left hand.
I cannot button my left cuff button with my right (dominant) hand.
just roll up your sleeves and be done with it
I hardly wear long sleeve shirts anymore, so it’s a moot point.
I can’t smile for a picture without looking like an axe murderer.
That’s me. Great metaphor too, but yeah, I can’t voluntarily smile worth a damn.
I can’t run and never have been able to do so efficiently. Even in high school, weighing 120 pounds and fairly fit, my best time for the mile in gym class was 8:30. After high school, I never got close to that again, even in the military. So if I ever have to run for my life, I’m a dead man.
That’s one thing I always could do. Despite horrible form, I could run a sub 5 minute mile in my younger (and lighter) days. Even at 180 something and 56 years old I think I could break 8 minutes. I still can’t tell if a woman is sweet on me, though, except for Ms. P. She’s stayed with me for a quarter century, after all.
Which begs the question - are you in fact an axe murderer? I think we have to assume the answer is “yes” until proven otherwise. We can only go by the evidence to hand.
I am under no legal nor moral obligation to confirm or deny my axe murderer status.
Well said. You passed the test.
I can’t take a decent selfie. No matter how I do it, it just looks horrible. (That’s assuming I really don’t look horrible.)