Right On The Nose

Uncle Donnie has been very busy this weekend what with all the cooking and visiting, and a little time spent at the local watering hole(read: bar)with my trophy wife Betty. Lotta things have been going on, you know what I mean?

So I was thinking, and this is as good a time as any to think, why is it that kids pick their noses? I mean, some of these kids I see these days are what I like to call, "two knuckle pickers", as if they were reaching clear up into their eye sockets for something! And some of these little people, these proboscis probers, look like they've set up an entire mining operation in their nostrils! Doing a little schnozzola gem extraction,if you catch my meaning.
Maybe they learned this from their parents, or grandparents, or an uncle or something. I dunno. Did you ever hear of the band Nick Nostril and the Nine Nasty Nose Pickers? Maybe it's in the music...Whatta they call that? Subliminal suggestion... You know, slow down the music and the singer is really
saying "pick your nose, pick your nose," or you play it backwards and its "eson ruoy
kcip, eson ruoy kcip," which sounds Hungarian to Uncle Donnie, which would make sense because Nick Nostril and all the Nine Nasty Nose Pickers are Hungarian. Of course.
"Coincidence!" You say, "More conspiracy than coincidence," says Uncle D.

I once had a T-shirt with a picture of a man with a very long snout who has his
index finger buried in it. The line below the picture read: Pick A Winner.
I remember telling my oldest daughter once that choosing a young man for a suitor
was like booger removal.....Sometime, you just have to pick one!
It's like when Don Altobello (Godfather 3) tells Michael, "They just want to dip their beaks a little".....

Only the nose knows!
Uncle Donnie