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Signgurl mentioned nose picking in her post today. And as luck would have it that subject stuck in my nose....er...head. Just yesterday I was driving down the street, pulled up at a stop light and there next to me was a lovely black Lexus. Driving it was a nicely dressed lady, nice hair, yadda yadda. And she was digging away inside her nose like there was a diamond hidden up there. Every few seconds she'd pull her finger out, take a look at it, remove debris somewhere in her lap area, and then get right back to work.
Now what I'm wondering is, do people think that when they are in their cars, you can't see them? Or do they just not care? Does everybody take a peek at what they've unearthed when they pull out?
Signgurl was in a Casino when she witnessed the nose picker. My nose picker was in a car. Have you seen a nose picker lately? Come on. I know you have. Where?
And here's a thought for you, do any of these nose pickers work in the food industry? Are they dentists or hairstylists? Think about it. They have to be working somewhere. We could be eating millions of boogers everyday! And one wonders further.....could this be the true cause of the flu? Mad cow disease? Cavities?
sigh. I'm sorry. I get deep sometimes. And yet ......... I must ask myself, have I touched a nose-picker this day? Is one on me somewhere? Maybe in the back where I can't readily view it? I'm changing my clothes right now.
At 2/13/2006 7:27 PM, 
MilkMaid
Ok, I'm over it, cuz I GOTTA tell you about this boss I had.
He didn't care where he was, who was standing in front of him, who he was talking to, or what the hell he was doing, he ALWAYS his his finger up his nose like a two year old. Always.
I would just avoid his office, no g'damn way I was touching anything in his office.
I was never so glad to see an old boss go.
Have I found a solution for you. Hands Free Nose Picker. Maybe you should print up a flier and hand out the flier to any offenders you see.
Hey Denny! She is totally talking to you buddy. You know that right? You know better than to fool with a girls head when it comes to chocolate.
Milky, ya gotta catch me first and I have SUPER SNEAKERS! They make me fast like....well, like somebody who's really fast.
A boss? YEWWWWWWWWW! How does anybody get to be in a position of any kind of authority when they pick their nose? That's just wrong. ICK!
Good ole Denny, always looking out for us. Let's tie him up and put him in the closet. ahhhhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha ha! No really. It'll be fun.
Signgurl, I sure wish you had worked up your courage and asked. I'd love to know what kind of answer he'd give. On second thought....maybe not.
PS. Signgurl, you should let me use your head for cut and paste pics. Lately since nobody's been giving me any, I just pilfer them. LOL!
Polyman, do your fingers ever stick to the keys?
Highmaintenance, for real? They do? Crap. There goes my dutch chocolate fantasy. Gads! What is it with the nose goo? Are we missing something? I've never found my nose holes to be all that interesting but an entire country can't be wrong. Now I would take a pic of me with my finger in my nose just to piss off Milkmaid. Cause it's so fun to get her riled but...ICK. I just can't.
At 2/14/2006 9:48 AM, wallycrawler
In grade 4 I had a girl who would pick her nose with a pencil , then she would eat the eraser . I guess the combo was tasty , I dunno I never tried it . Anyhoo one day she was picking it rather feverishly and bursted a blood vessel , "blood everywhere" ! That was the sickest thing I have ever seen . The blood was literally shooting out of her face with cliched fingers ."Sick" !!! A week later she was at it again , "not a normal person" !
At 2/14/2006 10:43 PM, SignGurl
Well, I spent almost all night here reading your masterpiece.
All I can say is, "Why didn't I get invited over here sooner?"
Man, you have been through some major blog crap in your short career.
I fear that I too have recently been the object of jealousy recently. I have no idea why since I only post real things about me which are totally boring. I didn't give in to the idiots and I'm gonna keep on blogging.
I'm glad I can count you as my friend if I ever need back up again!
Check your shoes before you leave.
What.
The.
FUCK?
I'm gonna beat the hell outta you one day, I SWEARIT.
That's soooo gross!