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We've all done it. Now I know, it's "gross" And it's "unsanitary" and it may even be a little "coo-coo", but you know, deep down inside in places you don't like to talk about at parties, you know that you've felt something...something deep inside your nasal cavity making it difficult for you to breathe and causing you to make strange contorted faces in vain efforts to dislodge this tumor from your ole factory, leaving you no other option but to go spelunking inside your proboscis with a stubby little finger until finally, in secret triumph you withdraw the dirty digit to reveal the offending, odorous obstruction with childlike delight, and quickly hide your discovery in a kleenex, the sleeve of a jacket or sweater, or when all else fails, the seat cushion of whatever unlucky piece of furniture you happen to be inhabiting. Sound familiar? That's what I thought. It's human nature you know. I believe, as do many anthropologists, that it all dates back to ancient, pre-dental hygiene man, when small insects or children would crawl up and become lodged in noses, which were, obviously, much larger back then, forcing primitive man to use his fingers, or sometimes his entire forearm, and in extreme cases, a severed tree branch to excavate the oclusion from his pipes or face certain death. That's what I hear anyway. So what I'm saying is, just admit it. I'm not saying rip large jagged shards of nose flesh out of your face in public and show them off to everyone like a proud new father, I'm just saying be honest. After all, you're only human. Pick your goddamn nose if ya wanna.
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