I can hold my breath for ten minutes.
Are you David Blane, Jebus ?
you can tell us >.<
Chuck Noblet: Can anyone tell me the tragic irony of the Trojan War? Tina? Tina: Um, that horses are friendly creatures yet a hollow, wooden one was used to destroy Troy? Chuck Noblet: Wrong and no. Anyone else? Chip? Chip: That the mighty warrior Achilles was killed by a small cut to his ankle. Chuck Noblet: Chip is wronger. OK, here it is. The tragic irony of the Trojan War is that though it was fought over Helen, who was young and beautiful, by the time they rescued her ten years later, she was old and ugly. Tina: But wasn't recovering the king's wife reward enough for the Greeks? Chuck Noblet: Tina, an ugly woman is never a reward.
Hmm. Yeah, the whole think with cracking joints without periods of time in between is one. Mostly with my toes. :D
Oh, crack my neck a lot too. Yummy~
My feet are somewhat abnormal, and in their neutral position they are facing outwards about 15 degrees each. I think that's what lead to me being able to... well. Okay, so you know how you can make your feet parallel to each other, but in a horizontal direction? Like a 180 degree angle. :D Well, my feets can go farther than that. Like 215 degrees after some exercise. w00t.
And my tongue. Whee~. I can make a clover.