i would have an attitude transplant so i wouldn't just slack off here when i'm meant to be doing work...
no, seriously, i would have a foot transplant. i hate my feet. they're ugly feet.
or a brain transplant, so i could do telepathy, telekinesis, and all sorts of groovy things...
hehe on a side-note, a friend of mine, Adam [i have mentioned him before a couple of times] recently became obsessed with Pyrokinesis, and we once spent an hour and a half standing on a street [another friend, Matt, wanted to catch a bus there, and we waited with him. the bus was an hour and twenty minutes late...] trying to set fire to various things with our minds, but we stopped in the end because Matt pointed out that Sod's Law predicted that when the bus finally did arrive, we would be so excited that we would suddenly succeed, and it would burst into flames, so he'd have to wait for another...
sorry about that...