I saw you today driving a black SUV down Bastogne. I couldn't help but be drawn to your skillfully maneuvered fingers as they plowed up your hairy nostril. The intensity made me think of a little dog humping the leg of some oblivious dementia consumed grandpa. The way you were digging in your nose made me want to call 9 1 1 because I just knew you were causing yourself some sort of brain trauma. But i knew you were ok once i saw you pull your chubby little finger from the crevice in your face and stare longingly at it. You studied your boogers with what seemed like an eternity, and then when you could not resist it anymore, the urge to jam your snot filled finger into your mouth consumed you and you ate your booger. You closed your eyes with ecstasy as you let its slimy grossness consume your soul. Ok dude, seriously, you're effin gross, and i pray i never have to come in contact with your booger eatin ass!!! BON A PETIT BOOGER EATER!!!
Location: Bastogne and Normandy
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