Discussion in 'General Off Topic Forums' started by sKiZo, Oct 7, 2018.
^^^ We call that a farmer's blow. I'm still perfecting my technique.
My manager at my first job, McDonalds, back in high school bought himself a cool Mustang Mach 1. Red paint, flat black louvers in the back, sporty firm suspension (for the day). He shared his reason for being late to work with us when he arrived. He had been cruising, and needed some olfactory clarification, so he dove in. Hit a bump, and about put his finger thru his frontal lobe. Lots of pain, lots of blood, (all over his shirt) and some on the new ride. Had to pull over to stem the crimson tide, as well as recover from the trauma enough to drive on in to work. Wore a crew shirt that day, he did.
Moral of the story: don't rest your elbow on the center console while excavating.
Hi Mike, if you're out there!
No need, one was provided long before I was driving age.
Depends on who your friends are, just saying....
There are things we all have to do sometimes, like picking nose and wiping butt. You just should do it out of sight....
You can pick your friends,
You can pick your nose,
But you can’t flick your friends out the window....
Don't pick/scratch your nose if a bear is present!
Picking ones nose is not dirty. Its what you decide to do with it after. Many years ago. I was on a Train with my finger firmly up my nose, Doing a real good piece of house tidying (As you might) and getting the beast out. Then giving it a good roll between my thumb and my money counting finger. Then it was launch time. Giving it a good old flick into the heavens. It left me at an incredible rate of knots. only to go over the seat in front of me. Unfortuneatly Hit The ladies newspaper in the next seat she was reading with a tremendous thwack. There was hell to play, I forgot in my madness. That I was sitting on an end seat and had a wall behind me. I ducked down under the table as she turned round to find the culprit who launched it pretending I dropped something.
Still dose make me smile when I think about it. My boogie flicking days are over now. I used to get told of by her indoors. I get one occasionally stuck to the ceiling (You have to do something in bed at at night) Speaking of which. We stayed at Butlin’s Holiday camp one year, Barry Island. That takes me back. Had teeth of my own. Was much better looking than I am now. You would not Believe it though. I did not have a face like a Blacksmiths Bench then, The Challet low ceiling was quite daunting. Completely covered in nose pickings, They hung like icicles.
I boogied in the stairway
I boogied in the hall
I boogied on my finger and I wiped it on the wall
No confirmation on your...choice in the matter, so no one knows for sure?
In my part of the world, the constabulary just might classify this unseemly habit as "distractive driving".
i never had a chance to pick my nose ..i was born with it and sticking with it ..
Nah, I was born with it.
 Oops... I see Pete beat me to this. Great minds think alike.
... the nose knows ...
PS ... that is one outstanding gif posted up by @tubed. Now I know what I'll be doing for Halloween ... <G>
No time for picking my nose - my cars got no automatic transmission.
Same as mine - and by choice
What do you do when your nose goes on strike?
Both hands on the wheel at all times
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