Tonight, as I drove home, I felt the need to do a little nose picking (I say this with no shame). While I was up there, I made a most interesting discovery. I found a piece of grass up my nose. Now this might make sense if I had an outdoor job, like lawn care, or if I had recently been camping, but since I rarely step foot outside and have spent the day in and out of stores with my family, there is no logical way to explain how this came to live in my nostrils.
So, what the heck? What's next? A vuvuzela up my butt? Wait, isn't that what most people say about me anyway? Maybe with the sound and all... Vzzzzzzzzzzz!
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