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It's time to update our outdated notions of boogerz
trapped on the window seat on the busiest train ever, so I couldn't get out, with the worst runny nose known to man. I had no tissues or anything, and couldn't move. I had no choice. By the end of the journey the sleeve of my shirt looked like I'd been attacked by an armada of jaundiced snails.
The bloke blocking me in couldn't get away quick enough when the doors opened at Euston. Mind you, made no difference how quick he got away. My dribblings, wipings and blowings had left his right leg coated in the stuff. Nasal bukkake.
Sometimes it's necessary on public transport, especially if you get bad hayfever. God knows why, but the tube seems to exacerbate it in summer. I don't think there's a lot of grass down there either.
and ran off to bathe himself in bamos boogers.
It really was horrifically busy. I'm just glad that only mateyboy next to me could see my dripping agony, rather than having to face The Vestibule Of Judgement.
the 2 lines of snot from your nostrils to your top lip
i'm so glad i'm not a child anymore