I've had a bad headcold. The other day, I actually became excited about my boogers.
You know the routine. You have a nasty cold for a week and have to call in sick for a few days. You realize that things are looking up when you're laying in bed at night and your nostrils start doing that popping thing, and you're suddenly able to breathe through your nose. A day or two later you perform your ritual of the morning nose blow, and boogers come out. Actual firm little boogers. What a relief!
The Far Side Of Cake, Vol. 9
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*They say Santa just wasn't the same after that visit.*
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*Everyone did their best to stay nonchalant, but like moths to a flame,
they were ine...


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