I used to think that my boogers were a sentient race of virus beings that had learned to shrivel up in case of enemy attack, which explains why they didnt move when i picked them out. I thought it was very clever so every time i dug one out i would look straight at it with one eye and point at it with my finger and say, "im on to you!" i would then walk to a nearby bathroom and flick it in the toilet. As you probably guessed, I read a lot of science fiction novels back then...

HornyPorny

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.

Jessica

My late granda only had half a ring finger on his left hand. I once asked how he'd lost his finger. Granda told me that it happened cos he picked nose so much, so it would happen to me someday.

So, Christmas 2005, my granda's funeral. My brother and I are sitting side by side in the front row, when I stick my finger up my nose. The minister was talking about the accident when my granda lost half his finger (car jack colllapsed) and I remembered what he'd said to me that day. I could hardly hold myself together, neither could my brother when I told him.

Diane

My dad told my brother that if he picked his nose, a little man that lives inside will grab your finger and never let go so your finger would be stuck.

Anon

When I was little prob in elementary school i used to snort back my boogers...actually my brother did so as well...anyway, our baby sitter told us that evert time we snorted it back it was going up to our brain and eventually air wouldnt be able to get to the brain anymore

MariC

i always thought if you stuck your finger far enough up your nose a snail would bite off your nail or finger so i kept my finger away from my nose....

korn fanatic

When my brother was little my grandpa used to tell us that he had lost his fingers from picking his nose. My little bro still does it though.

Seth B.

My Gran told me that if I picked my nose, I´d get brain cancer. Traumatised? Yes I was!

Windy Girl

When I was little, I had this big headboard on the back of my bed. It was a heirloom upholstered one, made of blue velvet. I would pick my nose at night while falling asleep and rub the boogers on the headboard. Because I was doing this in the dark, I assumed no one would ever know. My mother cleaned the headboard so many times and scolded me, and yet I still continued, absolutely convinced that because it was dark when I continued, she would never find out this time.

Alison Elizabeth

that there was a sharp toothed snail inside my nose, waiting to bite my finger off

diana

when i was young my parents told me that if i ate boogers they turned into worms in my stomach and well...that stopped me for good... i still pick my nose when nobodys looking (ew!) =P

Mr. C.D.

When i was about 3 or 4 i believed there were monsters in my nose, and if i picked my nose, they would eat my finger.

~unknown~

my mum told me that when i picked my nose i would be removing small bits of my brain and would slowly become a vegetable

Keffer

I was told that if I picked my nose I was picking my brains and if I kept picking I wouldnt have any brain left.

Pixie Chick

my big brother told me that if you pick your nose too much, it turns your eyes inside out and you would only be able to see inside your own head

miffo

the art of picking the nose was passed on to me by our cleaners daughter ! when my mom saw that i was picking and then eating ...she told me that all the bugger would get stuck in my brain and that i would gradually die!

Naz

My uncle once told me that if you picked your nose too deep a spider would grab it and your finger would be stuck forever. Oddly, it didn't break my habit of picking, it just gave me severe arachnophobia!

Anon

My dad lost the top half of his index finger about a year before I was born, and when I was little he told me that he had come loose and fallen off because he picked his nose too much. Then he would grab my finger and twist it and tell me mine was coming loose.
He still tells my little cousins that...

Anon

My uncle lost the ends of one of his fingers to diabete's but when I was little I didn't know that.. One day he caught me picking my nose and told me that one of these days the nose-worm was going to come out and eat the end of my finger just like it did to his! I was terrified to pick my nose after that, and I was also terrified of worms.. Go figure!

Neleh

when i was little i used to pick my nose and eat my boogers ( i know... gross). One day my mom, aunt, and grandparents, and I went boating. I starting picking my nose and eating my boogers, my aunt caught me and told me that if i kept eating my boogers, worms would grow in my stomach! That definetly got me to stop eating my boogers....

Anon