don’t ask

my middle finger fits in my nostril. i know. i know. none of us pick our noses. i’m only speaking hypothetically. but i swear to god, my nostrils have grown ten fold, as has my gut, since college. why don’t they tell us in grade school that ears and noses grow faster than the rest of us? huh?! that’s totally unfair. i swear, i could suck marbles up my nose without blinking. i was thinking about getting one of those new fangled dyson vacuum cleaners that maneuver around the house on a giant ball and balked at paying $600 when i realized that i can just inhale and clean my carpets. unfortunately, i’m plagued by severe allergies TO EVERYTHING and i might have to spend that money after all.

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One Response to “don’t ask”

  1. Emilie says:

    I have a dyson. It’s excellent!

    (forresten er møblerne i McDonalds på runddelen efterligninger, og ikke den ægte vare. Det var Rikke der vidste det. BUUUUH McDonalds!)

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