"What about a pop-up book?" "She's an adult.

"What about a pop-up book?" "She's an adult. Folded up pieces of paper. That's kids stuff." The clerk lowered his voice. "I'm talking about adult pop-up books." He slowly opened a

giant hard back atlas with a pop-up dildo in the centre pages. He then winked and said "it's a little serious and a little raunchy". I looked at the store clerk before kissing him

on the nose and then gobbled it up. My nose-snatching behavior left many with bloody spaces in the middle of their faces. It was my hobby, my dream. My only method of survival.

There's a special vitamin, vitamin N, only found in nasal passages. It aids in priming my migratory organ so I can fly South to mate. Springtime is my busiest nose hunting season

. I didn't need a license to seek out my prey. I become one with my prey. I think like them. I talk like them. I sleep like them. Just me against those juicy Nostril Berries.

My weapon was my pinkie finger. My brother always said, "If God didn't mean for us to pick our nose, He wouldn't have made our pinkie small enough to fit." I was on a holy mission!

Like the crusaders of old, I plunged headfirst into the metaphorical east which was my nose. My resolve was strong, and my pinky finger an unquestioning soldier in this "holey" war

The phlegmatic cavern was resplendent with mucus. My pinkie advanced with trepidation, but sensing no resistance, gained confidence & DUUUUUG itself into the trenches of gooeyness.

Deep within my nasal cavity was rumored to be the Bogey of Amun Ra, a priceless artifact only hinted at in ancient manuscripts. My pinkie at last entered my sinus cavity. Ahead