Fun Facts About my Nose
My nose is running so badly, it couldn’t win a footrace against Stephen Hawking.
My nose is like a bottomless drink at a restaurant with really good wait staff; somehow, it’s refilled before I finish emptying it.
My nose is so raw, even early Eddie Murphy doesn’t compare.
My nose is like a professional negator: every time I think it’s something, it’s snot.
My nose is like a bad politician; it leaves all the big tissues a mess.
I slept for one hour in two separate spurts before before being woken up by my nose. I swear my nose has this egotistical diva-like personality. When I arose the second time, it demanded a bowl of M&Ms with no brown ones.