bogies (TMIT)

a tradition, nay a weekly national holiday devised by lilu. all the TMIs are apparently here for your viewing pleasure. my second foray into the awesomely bad TMI. here goes...

bogies are not part of the P's. but they are still tmit worthy. i think. and you think as well. thiiiink it.

ok, my "friend" (now don't assume it's me. cause it's not*) feeds his boogers to his dogs.

secondly, a tale of my childhood. my sista fiona was a cute little kid. she's now a pain in my ass. fo' reals. however. when she was a cute little kid she wore XL adult t-shirts and spandex pants to first grade. my mom would have to wash them while she was sleeping. that fiona.

also? she picked her nose. now i realize you're not impressed with this information. a lot of kids pick their noses. and eat them. my sistair did something much more memorable.

we were all cleaning for some reason. probably my mother was freaking out about something. like "christmas" or "thanksgiving" where "people" would be "visiting." anywho, we were all cleaning when robbie started laughing.

i, working hard hiding in my room dusting chachskies, rushed to find what the hullah baloo was all about. he was in my sisteeer's bathroom laughing at? "look at the wall. fiona! come in here. what's on your wall?"

above her toilet paper roll was a colony (i'm not sure the proper terminology for a grouping such as this) of bogies. snot pebbles. nose gold. booogs. dried nasal mucous. (this article clearly had not been available to her)

for some reason she did not use the TOILET PAPER right below the booger army. she just placed them on the wall. in a little grouping. for later. so she could be made fun of for the rest of her life. i'm a horrible person.

my brother suggested through tears of laughter, she should have written "i need. a tissue."

*i'm serious.