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I had a nose booger stuck in my nose and JX saw. After he exclaimed his sighting, I went - "Yeah, it was stuck there for a while and it's irritating the hell out of me. Should I dig it out?"
JX looked at me, and I couldn’t quite understand his expression. But I proceeded to remove that offensive muck obstructing my nasal tract. At that point, JX yelped somewhat hysterically while I laughed away sinisterly with my index finger standing tall and proud, propping a biological weapon.
In our struggle (me trying to get close to him, while he getting away from me), that sticky booger got a portion of itself onto JX’s black shirt. He shrieked and went on nagging some gibberish while I laughed away, with my finger sticking in mid-air.
He commanded that I flick it away. But I placed it (somewhere) and told him whenever he past by that place, he would then think of me (in disgust or lovingly, up to him). I think he shrieked again, because I couldn’t quite hear properly while I was going on with my insane laughter.
We walked along, and in a while, I revealed to him matter-of-factly, “I think I’ve got some more stuck in my nose. What do I do now?” He thought the booger episode was over. He forewarned me not to dig it again. What would he do, if I did, I don't know.
And then I lit up like a bulb, “Oh, I could do it the grampa-style. You know, hold down the other nostril and snort it out!” And I proceeded to do that, aiming at a grass patch before he could stop me.
I failed miserably. I turned to look at JX in a dead-panned expression and he couldn’t stop laughing. I had slimy/sticky snot all over my nose. It somehow slapped itself upwards instead of rocketing out and away. While he was laughing away, he still managed to warn me not to touch him till I get home and clean up. Along the journey home I did not manage to flick the booger away because it was too clingy to its owner.
He told me, wisely, that I didn’t block the other nostril tightly hence the pathetic failure.
“How romantic ya, our Valentine’s Day celebration!” I grinned, sticky booger in hand.
“Yeah, 4 years into our relationship. And on Valentine’s Day. And you are already the way you are... I wonder what’s next in time to come.”
Oooooh, you will know. :D
P.S.: Yes, it was in public but it was dark and almost no one was around as we walked home. I do have some social etiquette ok.
JX looked at me, and I couldn’t quite understand his expression. But I proceeded to remove that offensive muck obstructing my nasal tract. At that point, JX yelped somewhat hysterically while I laughed away sinisterly with my index finger standing tall and proud, propping a biological weapon.
In our struggle (me trying to get close to him, while he getting away from me), that sticky booger got a portion of itself onto JX’s black shirt. He shrieked and went on nagging some gibberish while I laughed away, with my finger sticking in mid-air.
He commanded that I flick it away. But I placed it (somewhere) and told him whenever he past by that place, he would then think of me (in disgust or lovingly, up to him). I think he shrieked again, because I couldn’t quite hear properly while I was going on with my insane laughter.
We walked along, and in a while, I revealed to him matter-of-factly, “I think I’ve got some more stuck in my nose. What do I do now?” He thought the booger episode was over. He forewarned me not to dig it again. What would he do, if I did, I don't know.
And then I lit up like a bulb, “Oh, I could do it the grampa-style. You know, hold down the other nostril and snort it out!” And I proceeded to do that, aiming at a grass patch before he could stop me.
I failed miserably. I turned to look at JX in a dead-panned expression and he couldn’t stop laughing. I had slimy/sticky snot all over my nose. It somehow slapped itself upwards instead of rocketing out and away. While he was laughing away, he still managed to warn me not to touch him till I get home and clean up. Along the journey home I did not manage to flick the booger away because it was too clingy to its owner.
He told me, wisely, that I didn’t block the other nostril tightly hence the pathetic failure.
“How romantic ya, our Valentine’s Day celebration!” I grinned, sticky booger in hand.
“Yeah, 4 years into our relationship. And on Valentine’s Day. And you are already the way you are... I wonder what’s next in time to come.”
Oooooh, you will know. :D
P.S.: Yes, it was in public but it was dark and almost no one was around as we walked home. I do have some social etiquette ok.
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