Can’t live without it.
There’s a John Singer Sargent portrait of a woman (Caroline di Bassano) with visible incisors. I see it every time I go to the DeYoung Museum. Here’s a link to just the face:
Do you consider your internet to be part of your body, a part that can be lost and then found again?
I interpreted this to mean that she has no nostrils and wishes she had one.
Some of them are everblues.
Pianos and anvils. They’ll squash you flat.
I suppose you could crush a fully dried gourd into a powder, mix it with a flavored oil and seasonings, and spread it onto something that’s actually edible.
Vegetable displays only, please!