A Rant In His Pants: "Pick and Roll"

TKid is soon to board a plane to LA for a weekend of childish debauchery. As such, he thought it pertinent to tell you, our dear three readers (hi Davis!), about his childish habits. Enjoy:

The mystical Narnia (*note, he wrote that, I did not add it) asked me to ruminate on nose picking. This happens to be a subject that is very close to my heart. I pick my nose. I do. Fuck you. I never (ever) eat it and rarely flick it places it could get me into trouble (i.e. your hair). I pick my nose at work basically all day and since I sit in an open space with people walking around I get caught. I get caught my both male and female co workers, bosses, and interns alike. I feel shame I do, but that doesn't outweigh the urge to check out what is going on in my nose. The best times to pick your nose are the mornings after a long night out, after a shower, especially the shower after a work out, and between the hours of 10am and 6pm. Early evening and right before bed are not bad either. I've tried using a napkin to cover the finger but that just brings more attention and does nothing for that retarded face one makes when they are really busy up there (god I am so ashamed of myself). Blowing you nose is not nearly as satisfying and requires too much equipment. I swear I touched my brain one time and then fainted. I am 25 years old.

[related Nose-Picking (Wikipedia)]