Salad fingers is the best clip in the world. He wants to caress your rusty kettle and rub your rusty spoons to make milk come out of his teat.
by john mugster March 17, 2019
Mr. Salad Fingers is a precious lover of rusty spoons. He enjoys the pleasures of Nettles, yes, he enjoys them very much sir. Mr. Fingers likes to indulge in the delicacies that are his puppet mates. There will be fog on the shore tonight. Bossum. "I.. I like it when the red water comes out..." --Mr. Salad Fingers. Some may call him distuuurrbed: but I love him. Love, Kate Stewart Baxter.
"But first, let me carress this rusty kettle..." says Salad fingers mightily. Do it with thy might, please.
by Kate Stewart Baxter Astrove September 23, 2005
A series of cartoons on the internet. You guys already know the factual information, so here's my perspective on it.
Salad Fingers is a man who lives in a small shack in the middle of a post-apocalyptic wasteland. He is severely mentally ill, possibly as a result of his isolation. It is evident how long he has been alone by his reaction to a little girl speaking to him- he becomes psychotic and frightened. It is clear he hasn't heard anyone speak in a long time.
Although Salad Fingers does not seem to wish to cause people harm, he has accidentally cooked someone and has a mysterious room full of meat on meathooks the origin of which is not explained.
I find salad fingers to be sad, just because it's hard to think about what everyday life is like for very disturbed people.
Salad Fingers is a man who lives in a small shack in the middle of a post-apocalyptic wasteland. He is severely mentally ill, possibly as a result of his isolation. It is evident how long he has been alone by his reaction to a little girl speaking to him- he becomes psychotic and frightened. It is clear he hasn't heard anyone speak in a long time.
Although Salad Fingers does not seem to wish to cause people harm, he has accidentally cooked someone and has a mysterious room full of meat on meathooks the origin of which is not explained.
I find salad fingers to be sad, just because it's hard to think about what everyday life is like for very disturbed people.
by thecityexists April 11, 2009
Salad Fingers is a man, a man with a plan, a man with a vision, a man of great vision, he's a guy, he's a dude, a dude who lactates, warm milk "comes out from the inside of his teat" when he rubs nettles against it, and the best thing about this guy is that his fingers are made of leaf vegetables.
AND he's VERY, VERY, creepy. And he stutters nervously whenever he speaks.
AND he's VERY, VERY, creepy. And he stutters nervously whenever he speaks.
Picture the scene right, you've got a fish cooking in the oven, it's so far at the back that you can't even reach it, so what do you do, you should HELP HELP HELP and some poor guy comes in with a look of permanent terror on his face, no one knows what terrible things this poor soul has seen but the worst is still to come for him, in he comes, you tell him about the fish and explain that with his "supple... little... frame...." he might be able to climb into the oven and get it for him. What do you do next? Well obviously you shut the oven, pierce your leafy fingers on a meat hook on the wall, enjoy the gorgeous sensation and sigh ecstaticly that you "like it when the red water comes out", doze off and eventually wake up in a pool of your own blood smelling the fumes wafting from the oven and comment that "that fish must be almost done by now".
And Salad Fingers has got a room with the all his old friends, minus skin and skeletons, hanging on hooks on the wall.
All I can say is, make sure you've got your SPOON GUARD if this li'l fella comes a-knockin' on your door. He's got a real thing for RUSTY SPOONS. (Spoon guard is available free of charge at rathergood.com, as well as a warning about the possible side effects of spoon guard).
And Salad Fingers has got a room with the all his old friends, minus skin and skeletons, hanging on hooks on the wall.
All I can say is, make sure you've got your SPOON GUARD if this li'l fella comes a-knockin' on your door. He's got a real thing for RUSTY SPOONS. (Spoon guard is available free of charge at rathergood.com, as well as a warning about the possible side effects of spoon guard).
by Arthur Atkinson February 11, 2005
by JakelovesVall October 26, 2010
by Srdty March 31, 2014
Salad fingers is a flash "cartoon" created by internet famous cartoonist, David Firth. This disturbing animated series is classified as a surreal psychological horror genre. It is based on a mutated humanoid whom is called "Salad Fingers". The series has no deffinate meening, however most likely takes place in a post-apocalyptic world, which derives from a "Great War" which most likely was somewhat of a nuclear holocaust. Salad fingers is the main charecter, and is shown in 8 short episodes. He is shown to be phsycotic and mentally ill as he enjoys the feeling of rusty object, and many strange textures, and also enjoys the feeling of pain and blood, which he calls the "red water". He suffers from psychosis, so he cannot tell the difference between real people and unliving objects. Throghout this series salad fingers meets other mutated people. Including an armless "BBQ" worker, an odd eyed child, and in episode 5 a seemingly normal un mutated girl who is the only other person to speak english in the series (which as a result drives salad finger to momentarelly go crazy). A major component to this series is the eerie music made by the Boards of Canada. It is an overall very disturbing series, and shouldnt be viewed by every one.
"I like it when the red water comes out."
"The feeling of rust against my salad fingers is almost orgasmic"
"Im here to enquire about your spoons."
"Marjory stewart baxter, u taste like sunshin dust."
"Rojer, i shalnt have you bellowing these frequincies at this late hour, upsetting my insides."
"The feeling of rust against my salad fingers is almost orgasmic"
"Im here to enquire about your spoons."
"Marjory stewart baxter, u taste like sunshin dust."
"Rojer, i shalnt have you bellowing these frequincies at this late hour, upsetting my insides."
by ExtrordinaryCatastrophe January 10, 2010