Nose wax?

Very amusing anecdote.

Personally, I just trim mine.

FYI: http://www.businessinsider.com/why-you-s...irs-2016-7

Freddy you kill-joy! I was worried about infections too but nothing bad happened . Sometimes when I trim it feels like I've a snoot full of cactus spines. Maybe just give up and braid a pigtail out each nostril. OR MAYBE I CAN START SNORTING FLAME FROM A BIC LIGHTER.

Celestino, I'll just start packing Shea butter up there and it'll tame them. Aw well. Looks li,e back to my scissors.

I worked with a Jewish mechanic from Manchester England. He hated Manchester, moved to Israel and hated it, came to California and after 4 marriages wanted to move to Costa Rica. I walked in just before the shop opened to prepare the other mechanic; David from Surrey on Thames our morning tea with digestives. We heard this howl from the Lou and Barry burst out just as the Chabbad Rebi walked in exchanging shaloms with me. He was ,uh singing his hair like those fine Italian barbers with candles. Only he WAS holding a disposable bic over his fundament and overadjusted the flame. Rebi is looking aghast just as the other mechanic showed up with Barry's breakfast; a chili cheesedog from DER WEINERSHNITZLE and ex # 4 arrived demanding back alimony and handing out business cards for her camm shows.
I walked the Rebi to his Volvo and discovered Barry had left the C clamp deliberately loose on the air mas meter and fixed it with my P 38 in half a minute. My Mormon farrier dropped by, Cactus Cooler soda wrapped in a brown sack demanding payment for a shoeing he hadn't performed. He was flying out to Mountain Home and wanted ammo money for Elk Season. I got mad, told him to ask Claude Dallas for ammo and fired him. Barry handed the chili cheese dog to me and I promptly ate it with my Earl Grey making him even redder in the face matching his novel bris. It was a long day and I quit the next week. It's been 9 years and I'm still confronted by Volvo drivers blaming me for a shoddy repair he made the week before.
There are days I imagine moving to France or Montreal and leaving all this behind me. I was talking French with my butcher and a trophy wife angry they didn't stock pate de foi gras called ICE, said the butcher was an illegal latino and talking about cutting up a political leader in Spanish. They were right there, I having warned the local campesinos walking down and marking their unmarked cars. My butcher had to produce proof of citizenship; birthplace Barton Rouge and I explained we were talking about a whole pig for the upcoming Cajun festival.

I worked with a Jewish mechanic from Manchester England. He hated Manchester, moved to Israel and hated it, came to California and after 4 marriages wanted to move to Costa Rica. I walked in just before the shop opened to prepare the other mechanic; David from Surrey on Thames our morning tea with digestives. We heard this howl from the Lou and Barry burst out just as the Chabbad Rebi walked in exchanging shaloms with me. He was ,uh singing his hair like those fine Italian barbers with candles. Only he WAS holding a disposable bic over  his fundament and overadjusted the flame. Rebi is looking aghast just as the other mechanic showed up with Barry's breakfast; a chili cheesedog from DER WEINERSHNITZLE and ex # 4 arrived demanding back alimony and handing out business cards for her camm shows.
I walked the Rebi to his Volvo and discovered Barry had left the C clamp deliberately loose on the air mas meter and fixed it with my P 38 in half a minute. My Mormon farrier dropped by, Cactus Cooler soda wrapped in a brown sack demanding payment for a shoeing he hadn't performed.  He was flying out to Mountain Home and wanted ammo money for Elk Season. I got mad, told him to ask Claude Dallas for ammo and fired him. Barry handed the chili cheese dog to me and  I promptly ate it with my Earl Grey making him even redder in the face matching his novel bris. It was a long day and I quit the next week. It's been 9 years and I'm still confronted by Volvo drivers blaming me for a shoddy repair he made the week before.
There are days I imagine moving to France or Montreal and leaving all this behind me. I was talking French with my butcher and a trophy wife angry they didn't stock pate de foi gras called ICE, said the butcher was an illegal latino and talking about cutting up a political leader in Spanish. They were right there, I having warned the local campesinos walking down and marking their unmarked cars. My butcher had to produce proof of citizenship; birthplace Barton Rouge and I explained we were talking about a whole pig for the upcoming Cajun festival.

Huh?   Honestly, KAV, this one completely escaped me.

Freddy, I will be sending some cliff notes in green fountain pen ink in the mail. I promise, no offense tendered or animals hurt in the making of that post.

Celestino, I'll just start packing Shea butter up there and it'll tame them.  Aw well.  Looks li,e back to my scissors.

Freddy, I will be sending some cliff notes in green fountain pen ink in the mail. I promise, no offense tendered or animals hurt in the making of that post.

I can't wait.

If I pluck my hairs too much, I end up getting ingrown hairs and pimples. Nasty. If I have a stray whisker, I will yank it but usually I just use a Braun electric nose trimmer.


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Anyone remember Gilda on SNL talking about picking buggers and rolling them between her fingers until they magically disappeared? Children have this marvelous quality of exploring their own bodies until an uptight society imposes this weird estrangement leading to all kinds of problems later on. There was a real jerk on my icebreaker who missed the part in the Coast Guard brochure about men living for months in the confines of a ship at sea. We managed to go on duty clean and groomed while he refused those frugal group sea showers out of some effete modesty. After a few months the captain noticed his B.O. even in the confines of the engine room and had the ship's doctor discuss hygiene with him.
Doc realized he wasn't listening and told him to open his ears. Machinist's Mate informed him his ears were fine. That night he was very drowsy from unknown agents and crashed in his bunk. He woke up with one ear neatly sutured to his blanket and the culprit never identified.