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My mom told me if I kept picking my nose that my nostrils would stretch to the size of dinner plates. My older brother even drew a picture to back it up.
I asked my mother if picking my nose would make me sick. She replied, "Yes." Thinking I would be able to stay home from school, I picked my nose frequently.
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...
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.
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.
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.
My Gran told me that if I picked my nose, IŽd get brain cancer. Traumatised? Yes I was!
when I was little I used to eat my boogies so my mum told be that I would grow a boogie tree and I would have to go to the doctors to get it removed
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
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....
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.
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.
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.
that there was a sharp toothed snail inside my nose, waiting to bite my finger off
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
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.
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!
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!
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
I used to believe that if you pick your nose while driving or in the car with someone, if the car stops fast your finger will go all the way up your nose and get stuck. then you'll die for damaging your brain.
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