Salad Fingers Sayings Novels & Stories

“Ms. Cattleya, those are called salad greens, and that help-” “The only salad I know is a fruit salad that only comes out around Christmas.” I cut him off. “Look, I don't want to act like a baby but try to taste these plants. It has no taste at all. Like, I am serious. I'll never get acclimated to rich people's cuisine.” I continued to whimper as I cram the leaves into my mouth fiercely, even though I was beginning to resemble a goat. “Me-eh-eh-eh-” I mocked Gunther.

Kurt mumbled and took in a slice of plantain. “Hmmm. I love finger foods. I like how good you made them. It wow!” he complimented with relish as he almost ate with his eyes closed. “Thank you!” The lady exclaimed happily, giving an ugly smile that revealed all her teeth. He took in another bite of the slider and nodded while eating it. I could feel my cheeks turning hot red. “This is good” he complimented, nodding like a lizard. “Oh, my! Thank you so much!!”

– I said as I took a slice of pizza and food directly with my hand. - Since when is wanting someone to come to be bad? – Salma took another piece. - I don't want you to lie to me... Never again. – I warned. - Never again... I promise. - Ben raised his hand, offering his little finger, which Salma and I entwined with his. - No lies. – Salma confirmed. - The bastard changed the number. I tried calling and it says non-existent. - Ben lamented. – Forgive us, friend.

I walked around the bed then sat down next to Noah, with my back against the headboard. "What did the baby corn say to the mama corn?.... Where's popcorn?" Xander said then began laughing. Noah just sat there looking at him, still gripping the blanket tight. "What vegetable is cool, but not that cool?.... Ｒadish! Get it, Ｒadish... like it's rad... Ish! " Xander said as he began laughing again. I chuckled when Noah raised an eyebrow at him. "What did one plate whisper to the other plate?.... Dinner is on me!"

“Give me a chance – I'll show you I’m a veritable wordsmith” “Ergh! The cheese!” “Cheese? Hmmm. Speaking of food...”

she said shyly and looked down to her plate Wow. She said my fingers are attractive. It's not the first time someone's telling me that but it sure feels different hearing it from Mari “thanks” I mumbled. Not knowing what else to say.

It was cute how much he loved to see her work, being that he had no artistic hobbies of his own, besides cooking if you wanted to count that. “What are you making?” Alice asked. “Chocolate fudge sauce,” Jamie said. “Oh, let me try, please,” Joseph asked, eyes sparkling. He had such a sweet tooth. Jamie took the spoon and fed Joseph some of the sauce. “Oh my, that is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” Joseph sighed. “And I’m not just saying that to suck your dick.” “Huh?” Jamie frowned. “It’s a saying,” Joseph explained. “It’s really not,” Alice laughed. “The saying is ‘I’m not just saying that to blow smoke up your arse.’”

"Fine, and you want some shrimps on your salad." "Did you just say shrimps?" I giggled. He tossed the menu onto the table. "That's what they are." "Shrimp is both singular and plural." "And yet, shrimps still sounds bad ass." "In what universe?" "Mine." He chuckled. "The only one that counts." "Such a true and sad statement," I teased, finally pulling my hands free from the mummified blanket tying compliments of Zane. "Also I want a diet coke."

When she didn't get a response from me, she tried to convince me by saying, "I am not too drunk. At least, I can see my five fingers on your shoulders." "Ten fingers," I corrected her, and she rolled her eyes in a playful manner. "I was talking about one of your shoulders, not both," She let out a humorous hiss. "You said five fingers on your shoulders and not shoulder," I laid emphasis on the singular and plural term of both words. Our banter resulted in us sharing a chuckle, and that chuckle made the little anger left in me to melt, leaving me lighthearted. We paused, staring intensely at each other. Her eyes drifted to my lips with lust, clouding them.

Dante said, giving Nathan the finger. I covered Eliza’s eyes. “Dante!” I chastised. “There are children present; watch your language.” “Sorry, Mom,” Dante said, smiling. “Don’t worry, mummy. My mommy used to give my daddy the finger behind his back all the time,” Eliza revealed. “It doesn’t mean it’s the right thing to do, Eliza,” I expressed. “It’s like saying the ‘f’ word with your finger.” Eliza's eyes went wide. “IT DOES?” Eliza exclaimed. “I will never use it, then, mummy.”