Me with my headband, a lamp and a bloody honkerTwo days before my 32nd birthday, I suffered the first bloody nose of my life.
I wish I could say it happened after I got into a fistfight for freedom, defending the honor of a plucky, kind-hearted prostitute, or just doing a whole bunch of blow, but the fact is my wife's diagnosis was probably right: "The air is dry and you spend too much time picking your nose."
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It's probably true about the air, but picking your nose eh? How shameful. : P
You guys should be proud of me for getting this:
http://s7d2.scene7.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14133060_04_b?$detailmain$
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