“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.”
“In fact the bare adjective "bad" hardly scratches the surface of the man's awesome incapacity.”
“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.”