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One night as some friends and I were leaving a restaurant, we were nearly hit by another car. It was obvious that the other driver didn't realize that the front of his car was sticking way out into our lane. My friend Mary shouted out something like, Hey buddy, there's a nose on that Booger! I thought, Nose on that Booger, that doesn't make any sense at all, or does it... Hmmm. So began my strange journey into the secret lives of Boogers. Minds are like compost piles. You put stuff in and let it do its composting thing and in a while different stuff comes out. This is what came out of my mind. Pray for me. I live in Milwaukie, Oregon and own my own little rep company.

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