bad habits

I used to believe…

When I was younger I caught my mom and dad making their own "cigarettes" and for years I believed them. Until I was old enough to be a party where weed was present. Once a smelled the weed I remembered that it smelled like my mom and dad's homemade "cigarettes". I then realized I had caught my mom and dad smoking pot!

I used to believe that up my nose there was little green men living there. Ifelt sorry for them when i sneezed.i also wondered if i picked my nose they would attack my finger. i didnt pick my nose for a long time afterwards!

I used to believe…

As a child I was told by grown ups, not to pick my nose or my eyes would fall out.

I used to believe…

My parents used to tell me that if I chewed my fingernails, little bugs would come crawling out from underneath them. What they didn't count on was that tomboys love bugs...

I used to believe…

When I was small my dad cut two of his fingers half way off. If he caught me or any little kid picking their nose he would hold up his fingers and say you better stop or the buggers will eat your fingers off.

I used to believe…

When I was a kid I had a uncle with the tip of his finger missing and my dad told me that the booger monster bit it off. And if I picked my nose the booger monster would bite mine off too.
I stopped picking my nose for awile.

I used to believe…

My mom once told me that if i sucked my thumb then after a little while the devil would come and take it away.I never believed her but once when i was very sick the doctor gave me a tablet and after a while i saw the devil on my finger and i fanted.later on my mother said it was the tablet that made me hallucinate

I used to believe…

My Dad is a chain smoker and he used to do a lot of fishing, using maggots as bait. I used to think that his yellow smokers fingers were from picking up the maggots and putting them on the hook!

I used to believe…

My Dad has always been a chain smoker, and always referred to cigarettes as 'fags' as do a lot of people. When Mum would go to the shop she would ask Dad if he wanted any fags, and he always did - I thought fags were faggots, and thought that my Dad ate rather a lot of them. Yuck.

I used to believe…

My father used to tell us, that when we were picking our nose, we were actually picking pits of our brain off, and thats what bogies were - bits of your brain.

i taught my girfriends daughter that if she didnt stop picking her nose she would cut her brain open!

also i said that if she had snot in her nose, it was nose goblins pouring snot into her nose, blowing her nose would get rid of them, throwing the tissue into the toilet would drown them and flushing would get rid of them forever, she still does it 6 months later, got her to be hygenic though

I used to believe…

My Gran always used to tell me taht if I picked my nose my brain would fall out! I soon stopped picking.

I was once told that there is the same amount of dirt under ones finger nails as there is on a toilet seat, so biting your nails is like licking a toilet seat. i still get this image in my mind every now and then ... strangly enough it doesnt seem to stop me

I was a nailbiter, and my mom told me the nails were forming a sharp ball in my stomach, and when big enough, it was going to cut my stomach open, and I would bleed to death........which made me bite my nails even more! Gads! What a terrible thing to tell a child. sheesh!

I used to believe…

When i was alot younger, i didnt know which end of the cig to smoke, the filter or "cork" as i used to call it or the other end, as ide only seen adverts for cigs and never any one smoking one, or i had and not noticed i dunno. Anyway i do smoke now, have done for some time, and accidently re-discoverd which end to smoke. It was dark, i was drunk, ide brought some Davidoff cigs, that have a white filter, when i buy a 20 deck i always turn one upside down to smoke last the "lucky", a supperstition of mine that its the one that wont bugger up my lungs. any way "lucky" me accidently plucked my "lucky" ciggerette and continued to smoke the filter. I took one drag of the accryd fibre glass and chocked like ide never chocked before. Ive continued to do this twice afterwards, but with normal brown filters, im a stupid fool.

I used to believe…

when i was little, my dad wouuld always push the cuticles on my fingers back. it was very painful considering that i was only three. he used to tell my that if i didn't stop biting my nails and didn't push my cuticles back, my hands would turn into pig feet.