Wednesday, November 18, 2009

My nose drips like a leaky tap.


I wrote a note to my nose today. It went like this: "Dear Nose: Please stop running. You're a nose, not an Ethiopian marathon star. So relax. Stop running. p.s. I like the way you smell!"

Not sure my nose has received the memo yet, considering the amount of crumpled Kleenxes in my waste basket.

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