Do you ever pick your nose successfully, only to retrieve a bare finger from your nostril?

Many times, the boog falls harmlessly to the ground. Other times, it sets up camp on your shirt. You just hope to death it isn't hiding on your face somewhere.

Pretty scary stuff, and it always happens when you sneak a public pick, with no mirror to help you locate the disappearing boog. And the only person you can ask to look for boogs on you is tied up talking to a person who would surely be sickened by a parked boog.

Labels: boogers