Psychological Warfare
Published 2006-4-24 by Randy Peterman
My buddy Mike was just talking to me and as we talked he kept rubbing his nose. Nothing makes me more paranoid about having a booger hanging out of my nasal cavity like someone touching their nose. It makes me think, “Shoot, I have something that probably looks like Jabba the Hut hanging from my beak.” Which may be the truth, but then also touching my nose may reveal that I really do have a large something-or-other hanging from it thus actually finding out that I was socially goofy in a way more outward than just my behavior. It is like I’m 14 or something :)
Filed under Confessions, Funny, The Obvious
Don’t worry man, I’ll be the first to tell you that there’s a “bat in the cave” if you need to know. I’m just a good friend like that - oh, and I suffer from the same phobia. ;)