Those little flaps of skin under my arms that keep waving when I stop.
Nothing. I don’t like the SDMB THAT much.
I’m going to have surgery on my hemmoroids in a couple weeks. I’ll ask the doctor to save them.
I see plenty of tightwads here are willing to sacrifice nothing beyond hair, fingernails, and er… genetic material. Piffle! Doesn’t the fight against ignorance mean more to you than that?
I’d be willing to donate my precious reserves of adipose tissue that I’ve been hording as a hedge against a harsh winter.
[sub]For safety reasons I must insist that a reputable surgeon do the actual extraction.[/sub]
I would give 'em my brain.
I wasn’t using it anyway.
My excess gut.
SPOOFE’S toothbrush.
[sub]Well, it’s practically a body part…[/sub]
Fingernails. Hair. Dead skin cells. A scab or two. And maybe a small chunk out of my thigh.
The sdmb can have all my fat, my toenail clippings, And worse case senario my tonsils and apendix
I’m sure my enthusiasm for the SDMB would be moderated by a Shylock-cheating requirement that not one drop of blood be taken. There goes my hope of cheap liposuction. As long as I have to arrange the gift and it can’t hurt me, I’m afraid you’re limited to my fimgernail and toe-clippings, and the harvest at my semiregular barbershop appearances.