The old lady down the road gives me a shiney new 10p if I sit with her on sunday afternoons and pick her nose. I usually save most of it in my pocket without her knowledge and spread it on some toast later on. Or if I can't wait I'll run up to her bathroom and gorge myself on that sweet, sweet mucus.
Well . . . I have to take some pleasure in my work, don't I? Cheap bitch thinks 10p is going to cut it. Na-ah!!!
When I was a kid, fucking terrible habit. All though according to some scientists it is very good to build a strong emune system. I still pick my nose, it's easier than blowing it, but not for snack reasons.
If prepared right with belly button lint, dandruff, and sweat crust it can make a magnificent meal, only challenged by licking the bottom of seats on a Greyhound bus.