I think my toes are ugly.
God’s got a beauty program for my feet:
Isaiah 52:7 (NIV)
How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, “Your God reigns!”
Apparently, my feet are a reflection of my words. 
I’m really tired of my whole body, but it’s still a weapon.
My fingers are my weapons of choice. I fight best with words.
Fingers work, but I really prefer a Barrett M82 rifle. 50BMG (.50 caliber Browning Machine Gun ammunition) gives a whole new meaning to ‘reach out and touch someone’.