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i used to believe that when i picked my nose gremlins would appear from my bottom because inside of my nose there was a button that said gremlin injection. so one day i picked my nose and then wore a nappy just in case. by the way im 24.
When i was about 5 and 6 i used to pick my nose and eat it(i know it sounds gross) And one day my mom caught me doing it and she said stop eating them bugs.i'm like bugs there boogies she said no there bugs that crawl up my nose and wrap into something green. Than i didn't do it know more.
I believed, because I was told by my big brother, that if you picked your nose and ate it, it would all coagulate (I don;t think I knew that word then) into a large ball in your body and you'd then die...
my brother (10) still believes that if you stick your finger to far up your nose you can touch your brain
My mom told me if I picked my nose, I would get cancer.
yeah i used to pick my nose and eat it. so my parents told me if i kept doing it i would get an exotic disease where your throat gets so dry you cant swallow any boogers OR food. i stopped.
When I was a child, my father used to say, "Don't pick your nose, or your bum will fall off". This was a good deterrent for about a week... Then I picked my nose (by accident), nothing happened & I figured out that my father was either clueless, or just a liar!
I still pick my nose!!!
My mum used to tell me that if I picked my nose, I would poke my brain and I won't be as smart as I should be when I was older :)
My dad's uncle lost the top part of his index finger in an accident years back, right below the first knuckle. He used to tell my sister and I that if we kept picking our noses, our fingers would rot off - his finger was the proof.
Needless to say, we stopped picking our noses.
when i was eight i would stay at my baby-sitter's house when my parents had to work. and one night i slept over at her house and she thought that i picked my nose and i told her that i didn't but she didn't believe me and she told me that when boogers leave your nose they turn into monsters and that the booger monster comes to get you. I was afraid to blow my nose after that.
When I was young I thought that if I picked my nose at night and the booger was left out in view monsters that ate boogers would come. I had to make sure my booger was in the garbage in another room.
When I was little I was told by a substitute teacher that inside bugars were tiny spiders, and if you ate them they lived in your stomach.
When I use to eat my boogers I knew that it was wrong and that it was an embarrassing habit. I thought that if I ever had an x-ray that the doctor was going to be able to see the boogers in my stomach and scorn me. I had a plan that I would just say they were pieces of cheerios cereal.
I used to believe that sticking my finger up my nose made me invisible and I was so angry at this girl who sat behind me because she had super-powers that allowed her to see me.
I used to think that if i wasnt picking my nose (which was a habit of mine until i became eight) there were little dwarven miners, looking for snot. (what in the world was i thinking?!?!?) I got this belief when my my caught me picking my nose and said "Oi, looking for gold, Stevie?"
if u pick your it will ether get stuck or you will have big nosetrels
Growing up, my older brother told me that eating my boogers would make strong like Popeye. During dinner he would pick his own boogers & trade me. My desert for his "freshly picked" nose gummies. Mmmmmm. To this day I don't eat any kinds deserts. But strangely, I sometimes have cravings for a freshly picked one.
MY friend used to tell me if you picked your nose you would pick right through and there would be a hole in the back of your head
Everyone on mi family for generations had always been told that if u pick ur nose your eye balls will fall out. And ever since I've stoped I tell everyone that this will happen when i see them doing it.
when I was little my dad always used to ask if i was digging for gold when he saw me picking my nose. I thought there was gold up my nose until months later my dad told me that there was no gold up my nose. i was really disapointed.
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