Well, I am enjoyed in many forms; mashed, smashed, fried, au gratin, and baked for example. I am very versatile.
From a song I learned long ago: Joni Mitchell’s “Chelsea Morning”:
ETA: If you’re interested, the rest of the song lyrics are here.
Delicious!
Nice. I haven’t heard that song for years. I must search it out.
No one wants to eat me. 
You might like me. Then again, you might not.
Hard to say.
I’ll bring the heat!
I can’t think of any posters I’d eat, but I can think of a few I’d drink. I won’t name names though. Oh my… I already feel like a creeper just saying that! =/ blush
You’re in good company, no one ever wants to eat evil.
Wait, I assumed your username meant ‘‘shirtless one.’’ Is there some other definition for ‘‘descamisado’’ I’m not aware of?
You should try some HazelNutCoffee.
I um … will help you chew regularly. (But only Dvl’s food cake.)
Put . . . down . . . the . . . spicy . . . Club . . . Sauce. . . .
Which is what would make the biting into me easy and, considering the location and intensity of the bite, more my pleasure than his.
Now you’ve forced me to make my innuendo obvious, tawdry and sleazy.
I like it.
I’ve also heard said biting is sometimes done with A Taste of Honey.
I believe I get first dibs on anyone.
VegemiteMoose, Munch? Have at it.
I can help you decide whether you want to break your diet for that delicious Doper treat!
For no particular reason, I’m just wondering – how fast can you run?
Idle curiosity, really.
I’m glad I changed my name from Tiramisu years ago.
I was making myself hungry.
Perhaps I can put you all off your dinner?