I can tie cherry stems in knots with my tongue: I once did about 25 in rapid succession. I can roll my tongue, but isn’t that more of a genetic thing than a talent? Maybe there’s something else I can’t think of right now…
::blink blink:: Daaaamn. That’s just… I… uh… wow.
what?!?!
how? i want to ask for measurements here, is that allowed?
i don’t have a wang, but i can do interesting things involving my own equipment. wanna trade pics?
I´m quite good solving problems, practical problems; how to fix things and stuff MacGiver style. It´s a very handy ability.
For example with an old CD case and a used razor I built a gadget that outperforms in it´s task a 150 bucks machine. 
I have no idea, but it’s kinda long. It’s not difficult, I just wrap it around my index finger, and then I yank the foreskin (while pulling out the finger), until the head pops through the loop. I’ve amused girlfriends with that trick since I was fifteen. I don’t think the current one would appreciate me trading pics though, sorry.
I hope I didn’t gross anybody out.
-I can put a quarter on my belly and flip it just by rolling my belly. I’ve been able to do it since I was little.
-I can clasp my hands and twist them up and then put my head through them… it’s hard to explain, but I have yet to find anyone who can do it.
-I’m a dancer, so I can do a lot of ballet tricks, like stick my leg straight up in the air and stand on my toes and such
-I can do accents and dialects so well that people get really confused when I choose to mess with their minds. They may never know where I’m really from.
I think that’s it. I can do all sorts of crazy crap with my fingers, but lots of people can.
I, too, can tie a cherry stem in a knot in my mouth. As a guy, I can say that this can get you some seriously unique and interested/interesting looks from women in a bar or other social gathering.
I can roll my tongue.
I can do foreign accents, particularly southern England and Australia.
I do a mean Sean Connery impersonation.
I have had sex or sexual-type encounters (“heavy petting”) with 18 women in as many years. I have not yet failed in finding their “g-spot” (or hot-button - depending on if you think the thing even exists or not) within 3 minutes. I’m told this is unusual…
I can turn my eyelids in side out. That was GREAT fun as a kid.
I can cross my upper arms, link my hands, and put my head through the little loop formed by my forearms. Is that what you’re talking about? I can also put one arm behind my head, hand pointing down my back, put the other arm behind my back with the hand pointing up, and grasp my wrists. My shoulders are a little loose.
This phenomenon is synesthesia - Vladimir Nabokov had it too, and devotes a few paragraphs in his autobiography “Speak, Memory” to relating how each musical note and each letter had a different color to him.
I don’t have synesthesia, but I can whistle with my hands and lick my nipples. Woo-hoo!
As well as the ‘talents’ i mentioned earlier (closer investigation has revealed that i can lick the other elbow too) i can play recognisable songs using only my teeth and i can inward whistle perfectly although ic an’t whistle a single note when i try to do it normally.
PucksRaven, Intent, I have the same quirk! I’ve heard of synasthesia, but it never occurred to me that my numbers/colors association fell under that classification. Cool. 
I can do a fairly mean Ethel Merman impression, but it’s funnier when I’m singing distinctly non-Ethel Merman-like songs. Like NIN’s “Closer.”
I can whistle without stopping to take breaths, i.e. whistling on the inhale as well as the exhale.
I can also get 18 knuckle-cracks from my hands in one shot. Two from each finger and one from each thumb.
I can make the loudest and most amazing hiccups anyone has ever heard. People stop and gap when I hiccup in public. They truly have to be heard to be believed. They also make my whole body shake and hurt like hell.
Dear Group Mind,
I will be declared either the winner of this thread, hands down, or a compulsive liar, but here goes:
I can do orgami. Not just the standard cranes and cootie-catchers, but little people of either sex, and tables and chairs and beds and dressers in scale with the people! Also a host of other animals. And really ornate flowers, done with multiple colors of paper. I can also do several kinds of balloon animals and shapes. I count this as a talent, rather than a profession, because I have yet to try it professionally (though I might do an orgami book, someday…
I can eat with chopsticks. Nobody taught me how, I just picked up a pair one day and they made sense.
I can belch at will.
I have “monkey feet” as I believe they’re called, i.e. can pick up objects with my feet, pinch with them, etc.
I can juggle two objects with my right hand. But I can’t juggle three with both hands, go figure.
I can do all kinds of voices, accents, etc. I can talk like I’ve inhaled helium, for instance, with or without the balloons. I can quack like Donald Duck.
I can smell germs, bacteria, etc. This is very handy to me, one whiff of somebody tells me to stay away from them because they’re sick and contagious. I don’t know if I can smell cancer or not; either I can’t, or haven’t hung out with enough people who have cancer to tell.
As if that weren’t enough, I can roll my tongue, too.
I can’t do that thing where you associate numbers or letters with colors, but I tend to picture math problems, functions, etc as these lattice structures like they were constructed of tinker-toys. I used to be able to figure large math problems in my head, enough that it impressed friends, but I’ve deliberately neglected this talent. There’s this 99 cent invention called a calculator, see…
NOT a talent:
I have a photographic memory for landmarks, faces, tastes, smells, emotions, the atomic weights of the elements, the speed of gravity…everything but the important stuff. I have ROTTEN memory for any name, be it a street, a city, or a person’s name. I fell apart in geography class where you have to memorize the capitol of everything, and I’ve routinely aggravated co-workers by getting their names wrong, even after I’ve worked with them for years. The fact that I can remember every other detail about them (every conversation we’ve had, every item of clothing I’ve seen them wear, I’m talking detail, here) doesn’t seem to help much. Does anybody have a name for this kind of memory?
By the way, this even applies to numbers when used for a name/label, i.e. phone numbers and IP addresses and zip codes never stay with me, but if a number has significance as an actual number (a mathematical constant or how old somebody is, or the equivalent measured quantities of a recipe), it’s mine for life. Really weird…
Happy with the freak that I am,
Hosiah
I used to be able to move my eyes independently–still can, to some extent. But I had an operation to correct it.
Now why would you go and do a fool thing like that?