Have that foot-measuring device for an arm
have strips of raw bacon for hair?
Bacon for hair.
Belch the sound of glass shattering
sneeze the chorus to popozao?
Well, I don’t belch because I am a lady, so I will go with belching because no one will ever have to hear it anyway.
Be beaten to death with tinker toys
killed in an avalanche of D&D; dice
I think dice might be a bit less painful, though not by much
Interview JD Salinger
Have to speak every sentence as a question as if on ‘Jeopardy’
Be mysteriously compelled to say ‘arrr’ in a pirate’s voice before every sentence you speak?
Be stuck in an elevator with hollywood super-agents on their cell phones
post meal bulimics?
This is awful and I am not answering it.