“I stitched an itch to my side. As far as surgeries go, I’m just barely scratching the surface.”

“I’ve just begun to scratch the surface of my talent, and boy does my talent itch. It’s like a red mosquito bite the size of Mars.”

“My fingernail itches. I need to scratch it with my skin.”

“I enjoy scratching itches on my body with my beard stubble. The worst though is when my lower back itches.”

“I’m itching for battle—with a mosquito bite. The only thing in life I’ll scratch at more is the need to be loved. I’m so bloody needy.”

“I named my car Itch, not because it’s all scratched up, though it is, but because it got under my skin without tickling my fancy.”

“Men are the fleas in the gray beard of God, and I’m just itching to meet Him.”