I’d pay $5mil for someone to saw the tits off of Rosie Odonnell while my former lover mows my grass head way too short.
No, lets see here:
Young one.
Have the novel published.
Drive the beater.
$5 mil lottery winning.
Grass hair.
I’d use the knife to pry the nail out of the floor. (Ok, I dont want to answer that one)
Sneezing bowling strikes would rule. I’d throw a bunch of pepper in my nose and face and hair and then go to church.
Be the opposite sex.
Bang Rosie Odonnell, I guess. Ugh.
OK, now mine:
Would you rather:
- Be able to fly
- Not ever need to sleep
- Be able to stop time whenever you want for as long as you want