Fri, 25 May 2007 12:07:00
Yuck, icky and gross
Look, I really don’t mean to be a whiny baby here, but when does this spring cold thing go away? The human head can’t produce this much liquid and still have enough moisture to sustain life.
I regret that I have created some kind of new life form, born of the reaction created by the mass of pulpy tissues and the glue-like substance coming out of my nose. I’m keeping a gun nearby just in case it moves. Again. Not gonna get eaten by a monster I birthed from boogers and Kleenex. No sir, not this kid. At this stage I think I need professional help, so I plan to rendezvous with a member of the medical team in a couple of hours. We shall devise a strategy that will consist of containment and destruction, lest this vile creature begin roaming the earth in search of new blood.
I named him, you know. I named him Sip, for he grew from a flow as strong as the mighty river Mississippi. He’s sorta cute all curled up there, white and fluffy. If you don’t touch him, that is. Touching is gross. Like sticking your hand in an H.R. Giger nightmare.
Posted by JimK at 12:07 PM on May 25, 2007
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#3 Posted by Noblebrown 
on 05/25 at 06:26 PM -
Nah, just some of the old recipies. When properly prepared, masses of snot can be an excellent dressing, or be mixed with some other ingredients to make some tasty candy. It’s always fun handing that stuff out to kids and not telling them what’s inside.
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#1 Posted by Noblebrown
on 05/25 at 02:35 PM -
You gonna use those masses of wadded up tissues?