Picking the nose.... (page 4)

morty

Gaaaawd, I got to post more fluff more often....

It really does rub me the wrong way though.......

Pickin your nose in the car and thinkin nobody see's ya.....

Dan-O

"Do men, find it hard to find a Kleenex??"

A Kleenex? Yeah, sometimes. But my shirttail is usually handy.

"hold one nostril closed then blow wads out of the open nostril... ICK"

LMAO! I remember when I was a teen, I had just washed my dad's truck & cleaned the windows. And we were driving down the highway when he did that ... thinking the window was down ... but it wasn't down, it was just CLEAN for a change. So he had to pull the hanky out of his hip pocket & wipe the snot off of the glass ...

AlanF

Fairchild said:

: Unfortunately, 12 days ago I hit my finger with a hammer and it is kind of damaged. It happens to be my nose picking finger (ever noticed that you always pick your nose with the same finger?) It's been a real pain, trying to pick my nose with the wrong finger, can't wait to have that other finger healed and get on with my normal nose picking life.

I often get a sore finger via picking my nails, and end up with the same problem: unable to comfortably pick with the proper finger. The one to the left and the one to the right just will not do.

: After all, it is not about how often you pick your nose, but it is about what you do with the booger.

I have developed a systematic and foolproof method of dealing with boogers (patent pending # 973938475023). Please send me $1000 and I will give you the pre-patent information.

AlanF

Tatiana

Why does reading this thread make me want to pick my nose??

upside/down

I've only got $999.00... damn... a day late and a dollar short as always.

I coulda used that info... back to my booger vault.

u/d

Mac

The year was 1964 ...

I was fighting off mid-morning boredom when an office aid ushered her in, thin and blonde, with the greenest eyes I'd ever seen. But, I could sense that there was an underlying sadness behind them...not necessarily because I'm acutely intuitive but, more because of the obvious presence of the huge tears in front of them and the skinned knee below that complemented the red plaid skirt that graced her that morning. She was both breaking and melting my heart all at the same time...which resulted in a rather fragmented but, much more interesting puddle than had she extracted response from just one of my emotions on that morning of destiny in the year of my bliss.

It was second grade, her name was Holly Logger...and I was in love! She knew it too. I befriended her immediately...allowed her access to the monkey bars which were the equivalent of a private gentlemen's only club to the members of John Wood Elementary in spite of violent protests from my peers. Heroic of me? Perhaps..but, remember she wore a skirt fer Chrisakes and I'm no dummy!

Our relationship escalated from there. It became a common recess ritual for her to send her friends running after me in an attempt to apprehend and subdue me so that she could plant a kiss on my blushing red cheek. I will have you know that no matter how fast they ran or how they split up... I could always, always, manage to find the inner strength that comes only from sheer will and fixity of purpose to slow down just enough to let them catch me.

My days began to blend into a euphoric adolescent continuum that I dreamt would outlast time itself..and then it happened...

right smack dab in the middle our class discussion of My Weekly Reader I glanced to the left only to glimpse my angel popping a newly harvested BOOGER into her mouth...the mouth that had touched my sweet face.........

SO Bullshit, Morty........only boys pick their noses MY ASS!!!!!!!!!!!

mac, true story class

*edited yet again cuz someone glimpsed my spelling of "glimps"...need to use spellcheck..grr!!

Bas

oh God.....that's a great story Mac...LMAO!!b

morty

SO Bullshit, Morty........only boys pick their noses MY ASS!!!!!!!!!!!

So Mac, I guess I should have rephrased my word and used "PUBLIC" more like *In my best Ron White voice* (tatter salad from The Blue Collar Comedy boys)

PUB-LICK..... DO YOU HEAR ME??? PUB-LICK.......

iiz2cool

Pickin your nose in the car and thinkin nobody see's ya.....

I know people see me - I just don't care.

Walter

Picking the nose....

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