Have you seen the movie Queen Margot? Spoiler!
Bad guys poison a guy by painting the pages of a book they know he will find interesting with poison. He sits there, paging through the book by licking his fingers as you describe, ingesting the poison.
Yeah, I figure he deserved it!
I absolutely can not stand to touch the metal exterior of car with my fingernails. Sometimes when opening a car door one of my nails will accidentally scrape against the paint and I have to spend the next five minutes rubbing my fingers to get the sensation out of my mind.
I also hate unfinished wood chopsticks and those little wooden ice cream spoons.
–sublight.
That’s it Rasa, you are so officially on my list of wacky dopers. So wicked (had to use it somewhere) glad that you’re headed this way, and with scratchy no less. We’s gonna have major fun at the Superbowl party.
::Mom!!!.. Zenster’s swearing!!!::
Sue: That’s it you! Time to have another Van Gogh Martini!
Oh yeah, [/hijack]
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I’ll help you get some chicken into the pan!
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Sweet! I’ve made three lists of late! Just don’t tell Tymp. 
Hella cool!
I can touch almost anything. However, if you were to get close to my navel or neck area, I would have to kill you. I can stick my finger in my belly button, but if you try, I’ll vomit first, punch second…same for my neck.
Ugh. Three words: Chewing On Yarn…
Eeeeewwww!
…it would be a great band name, though.
K.
Corduroy and velour both giv me the same chilly feeling if I rub my fingers across them.
I can’t stand the sight of anyone eating hard boiled eggs – it triggers a gag reflex that borders on vomiting. I can’t eat apple pie, either – don’t mind the taste, but the texture just triggers the gag reflex, and for the life of me I cannot swallow it.
Oh, yeah - no kidding!! ick ick ick!!
I can’t stand it when someone cuts a milk carton with a knife… the sound completely oooogs me out!
I don’t have many tactile hangups, but biting on foil is the ultimate revulsion. I think it sets off an actual electric current or something. Anyone else?
You’re so right on about that! You would definitely enjoy The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco. I will not say anything further about it here. Just read it all the way through and you will experience a thrilling vicarious revenge, I promise.
Me too. I have bought silky slinky nightgowns for my wife, but no one should ever handle them without first carefully filing down all nails and cuticles to smooth perfection, then rub in plenty of hand lotion. And never touch them in dry winter weather when skin gets chapped. What bothers me is not the fabric itself, but the realization of how rough my fingers are.
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I’ll help you get some chicken into the pan!
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We need a “blushing” smilie!
I just thought of another thing that really gets to me–
canned salmon with those little bits of vertebrae in it. My mother used to make salmon patties pretty often, and chewing up those freaking chunks of backbone would make my spine tingle with horror. Ewwwww.
fingernail clipping and filing!!! I can clip my own nails, but can’t stand to hear others do so. My office mate does this and wonders why I either leave or jam my fingers in my ears and start shouting La-la-la-la! Iamnotlistening! La-la-la-la! Kinda brings on the curious stares.
I can’t file my own nails and must go downstairs and turn the Tellie up LOUD when the Mrs. does so. She usually does the nail care when I’m out. It’s the cardboard nail files moreso than the metal or foam ones.
Once my nephew put one of the cardboard files in his mouth and dragged across his lower teeth. Man! It was like Dracula before a cross! I couldn’t catch my breath to tell him to stop.
My MIL is the type of person who will watch TV and file her nails s-l-o-w-l-y without paying attention. She’s gotten to stop when I’m around.
This came up (sort of) when I was shopping with my sister last week. She was standing in front of the sardines, looking puzzled. She pointed to a can, which said “boneless and skinless sardines.” We both made ‘Eeeww!’ faces. “What’s the point, then?” she asked. “I wonder if they sell cans of just the bones and skin…I’d buy them!” I said. She happily aggreed, and we went on our merry way.
Thanks, Spritle, for the “nail file across teeth” image - I can’t get the goosebumps from that to go down 
My pet skeeve is knives or forks scraping across a dinner plate. I also try to never let cutlery touch my teeth.
Unglazed pottery. I absolutely cannot stand it when someone rubs two pieces of unglazed potter (like the lids on some ceramic pots) together. Makes my teeth itch.
Featherlou, Mrs. Spritle did that last night! The fork scrape was so loud that the baby was startled and I droped my chopsticks!! Getting’ the bumps jes thinking about it again!!
You are all ooging me out so bad! Although, weirdly, chewing on tinfoil doesn’t bother me at all.
I do, however, have major hangups about my fingertips. Like others, I can’t stand anything really dry coming in contact with my hands - newspaper, flour, baby powder, chalk, unglazed pottery, etc. I ALWAYS have lotion with me, because without properly slathered hands, I can’t stand handling paper of any kind.
I also can’t stand having long fingernails - it gives me exactly the same kind of “skeevy” feeling as powder settling into my fingerprints - YEEECH!
As an extension of the fingertip thing, I can’t stand to sand wood. At the beginning, when the paper is clean, it’s OK, but when it gets loaded with dust, I have to run and hide.
Isn’t it weird that some people can’t stand touching things with dry hands, and others can’t stand it with wet hands?
I had this vivid dream when I was away at college- it was about Big League Chew Bubble Gum. The dream had smells, textures, and a vivid visual. I still can’t even conceive of chewing the stuff, and it’s about 12 years later. Good product, cool packaging technique, creepy dream.
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A girlfriend and I, way back in college, decided to make salmon patties on our own one holiday when the dining halls were closed. We couldn’t believe our eyes when we opened the can and saw the skin and bones. We thought we’d gotten some kind of defective can. We’d both eaten salmon pattied that our mothers had made hundreds of times, but we never knew they came with bones.
My personal shudder is getting hair into my mouth–even my own hair. Finding a hair in my food is enough to kill my appetite completely–quite an accomplishment. Interestingly, my 3-yr-old daughter is the same way and always has been. She can’t even stand to have fuzz or hair on her hands.