Salad Fingers Sayings Novels & Stories

"Oh My Gee, Brielle!" "Happy fucking birthday, asshole! I hope you fucking enjoy it with the girls around you! Fuck you! I hope you rot in hell! And I wished I wasn't this in love with you to prepare for a fucking surprise, only to be more surprised with your fucking surprise too! Waddafuck! Go to hell!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I flipped both of my middle finger at him. "Salute, motherfucker!"

He leaned forward in his chair, his fingers lacing together as he waited for D'Andre's response. "That's right, we have a saying, why settle for the fruit when you can have the tree," Castor added, a mischievous glint in his eye as he exchanged a playful look with Catalina. "I've never heard of that saying, is it even a thing?" Catalina asked, her lips curving into a bemused smile as she regarded Castor. "I just made it up," Castor admitted, earning a playful jab from Catalina, their laughter filling the room.

"The rules are simple. I'll ask you some questions about Rali. Every right answer keeps you whole, every wrong answer costs you a finger." Wedging the cigarette between my teeth, I reached for his left hand. He writhed and strained against the ropes until the chair shifted. "You're out of your mind!" "People keep telling me that," I gave my head a small shake. "You'd think after cutting out enough tongues, someone would come up with a new insult." I marked my first target: his pinky finger. "What's her morning drink?" ‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡

Demon-slain Finger -- Smashing the mountain and river with the second finger! Demon-slain Finger -- Scaring all the gods and ghosts with the third finger! Demon-slain Finger -- Shaking the sky with the fourth finger! Rumble! The enchantment of the Ice and Snow Clan trembled, and the ground cracked. The entire temple collapsed and turned into ruins. Four terrifying giant fingers fell toward the Son of God with unparalleled killing power.

Stella caught a glimpse of what Felicity did and said, "Would eating those outside make the calories lesser?" Felicity's forehead twitched as she said, "I'm going to give it to that Stinky Cucumber."

"Don't let me go!, Don't let me go!, Don't let me goo... She sang one of The Fray songs as she did her legendary salad. When she finished mixing everything with mayonnaise, she sprinkled lemon on it and smiled. "Done!" She said, taking out the dishes. She settled them on the dinning table and both Monique and Dahlia joined her. "Are you sure this is salad?" Monique asked as she looked at the plates. " Then is it poop?" November rolled eyes. "Calm down" Monique rolled eyes too and picked a fork, Dahlia did the same.

I replied, making him chuckle. "Oh dear, Nia, you are so innocent," he laughed and slapped his upper thigh in mirth. I raised my brow at him and he calmed his merriment. "Tossing a salad means l wished to french kiss my mate's starfish," he growled low and my eyes widened. "Oh, oh my…that must be what Jaxon meant by your sexy times. You do you boo," I mumbled softly and Noah nodded and headed to his refrigerator. He saw the blood bags and looked back at me, with a raised eyebrow.

He added one more finger. In Out He released my mouth and I jerked my head back, allowing myself to enjoy the moment. He took that moment to move towards my ear “You like my fingers in you? You like how full it feels?” I couldn't speak, I simply nodded to his question “How about now?” He asked just as he added one more finger Fuck. Four fingers deep in my pussy, yet I wanted more. But I was so preoccupied by the wonders of Sal's fingers that I couldn't find the right word to tell him.

"You talk big! What if you can’t fix my fingers?" "If I can't, I'll cut off three of my own and give them to you," Frederick snapped back without hesitation.

Before exiting the kitchen, the Russian invigilator turned around. “There are three things friends don’t say to each other. You don’t say ‘thank you’, ‘sorry’ or ‘please’. If you have to say it, you don’t trust them enough.” Leaving like a hurricane, Zen stood there in a trance for almost a minute, staring at where Yelena once sat. He snapped out of it and replayed Yelena’s words while doing the dishes.