I can attest to that, I saw a vaguely Holly-shaped shadow yelling at me from across the street and a few floors up on Saturday. At least I think it was her.
Posted by: Cara at January 30, 2006 11:59 PMI gave very serious thought to having one of my husky-voiced co-workers call and describe your outfit in exquisite detail and ask to eat your skin, but I was about five minutes from being taken to the emergency room for an allergy attack.
No, seriously. But that's another post.
Posted by: Holly at January 31, 2006 03:34 PMYou never close your eyes anymore when I eat your skin.
Posted by: shmoo at January 31, 2006 03:41 PMAnd there's noooo tenderness like before in your fingertips...but since they're in my stomach, I really can't complain.
Posted by: H at January 31, 2006 03:44 PMSkin River, wider than a mile/
I'm eating you in style some day
"Play it again, Sam. Play....As (Your) Skin Goes By (My Teeth)."
Posted by: We'll always have Paris, and by Paris, I mean human flesh to snack on at January 31, 2006 03:52 PMA kiss on the hand may be quite continental/
But nothing tastes as good as skin.
A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental/
On your humble flat, or help you skin and eat your cat.
ohhhhhh, your heart,
your liver, i hunger for your skin...
all i want for christmas,
is to eat yo' skin.
daisy, daisy,
give me your answer do,
i'm half crazy
oh for that skin on you
it won't be a stylish marring
my teeth are quite bone-jarring
but you'll look sweet
as a garnish'd treat
on a man-flesh buffet for two
If I had you Drawn & Quarterd
(If I had you Drawn & Quarterd)
I would eat your skin for lunch
(A very, very tasty lunch)
Skin, skiiiiiiiiin, skiiin
Skin SkiiiiIIIIiiiiinnnnnnn
Skin skin skin skiiiiin
Skkkkiiiinnnn skin
Skin skin
Skin skin skin*
*sung to the tune of "Unchained Melody"
Posted by: Holly at February 1, 2006 03:23 PMSince this thread began with the threat of eating my skin, I'm afraid I can never see any of you again. You'll be hearing from my lawyer.
And by lawyer I mean the guy who keeps throwing half-empty beer cans in my trash can every Friday afternoon.
wait... i just did that one... ah well...
and i for-got
to telll you (i eat skin)
and it's too late,
'cause i'm full (of your skin)
i need your epidermis,
for i cannot find the words to say
your flesh tastes good
(i love you, by sarah mclachlan)
Posted by: rhys at February 2, 2006 02:56 AMIf you wonder what a duke should be
Just you take another look aatt BVRAIINS!!!! I'm rowdy, I'm doughty, I'm eating all your skin off your fleshhhhhbraaiiinssss!!!
Whoever submitted Barenaked Ladies is fired. Let's keep it classic, people. (Rhys is fired too, for Sarah McWBWhore thing and the hippity-hop, but rehired solely on the basis of the phrase "man-flesh buffet for two".)
...Somewheeere there's a piece of skin
Different from this skin I know
Far more delicately veined
Than half-eaten arms I know
Yummy skin and brains are there
All that's tasty is desiiiiiired...