don't gimmi that crap...
something's a little itchy up there...
maybe you have the horrific image of yourself with a dry piece of snot stuck to your nose rim...
SO YOU CHECK...
and if you dare tell me you always get a kleenex I feel sorry for you.
But even you pick it when you close the door on a bathroom stall...
so the point... (*of course, there's always some kind of point*)... don't ya just frigg'en hate it when you feel a little something... you shouldner check like a race car driver, and sneak a hand up, poke out a finger to check... YUP you feel something... and then... an-den an-den an-den...??? it's gone... just gone! crap...
where oh where did that little booger go? come on sing it with me...
Oh were oh were did ma booger go,
I felt it there just a moment ago...
I know you're out there still hangin on
but what your stuck to ah cannot find.
repeat...
