I believe intimacy is usually associated with other orifices.

Usually, but we faire folk are all deviants!

Ewwww

I once checked to see if I could get the floss concession at Trader's Village in Grand Prairie, Texas.

Turns out management has all the food concessions but they told me something else interesting...they stop selling floss during the summer because it melts.

It will be a low tonight of 80.

Hell, I'll buy the first round. Like mine black. Can't stand sugar or cream.

Karma, or cool coincidence as I like to call it, cracks me up. I see it regularly. It's all around if you look for them. Then I have known a few rats the keep getting away with their nasty ways and yet always smell like roses. Not me. I cut a corner I get busted. Grandma said I should either be a preacher or a lawyer. She knew me well.

I've had fair boogers. A wet paper towel stuck up there to soak is a quick temp fix. Normally a shower with the stream blasting straight up the nostrils and then gently rub the outside of your nose or else the crust grabs onto the nose hairs and rips everyone of them out. So rub the outside and then using your pinky to gently massage the inside. And blow hard. Good times. I was showing in Oklahoma most of my career. Where the wind comes sweeping down the plains and up into your nose.

Will

Used to work at US Gypsum Co. Hardened Plaster 'plugs' formed in the nose by the end of most hours. The fun job though (NOT!)was loading/unloading the Frieght cars of 50 lb bags of RETARDER. This is a fine powder made up of rendered animal waste, hooves, skin, guts, eye balls, crap etc...dried, crushed to a fine green powder thst gets EVERYWHERE and it smells like nothing else on earth...and so do you when you worked the train cars. When that sh!t got in your nose there wasn't a shower invented that could clean it out enough.
Really gross. BUT it was better than a 'headache' if when you got home you just wanted to crash and watch the fights on TV rather than play kissy face.

Doug, that reminds me of when I worked at the pie factory. Except there it was sugar, apple muck, and pumpkin (not as gross as animal bits though)
What sucked was that my apartment was next to the laundry room and shared utilities with it, so I never had hot water to shower.

Doug wins. Good god man. That's a horrible story.

And it contained the word "retarder" which should win some sort if award all by itself.
"That's the funniest word I've ever hoid!"

Nothing that bad here--unloading box cars of furniture in the summer was real fun... Funny how in 115 degree heat that cardboard dust sticks to yah--but no "retarders" except for us guys unloading the box cars.

Lunch time was great, cause we all went down to the local "deli" and tried to see how many pitchers of beer we could down in a half hour lunch.... Friday afternoons were a woozy!

But I do remember relieving ourselves on the locks of tanks (yes real 60 ton tanks) to get them to open in the dead of winter there in Germany. We didn't dare waste the hot coffee in the thermos for such an endeavor...Coffee was king in those days, as well as a ciggerette. That was when you could buy a carton for under two bucks with your ration card...

Never peed on a tank but took a whiz on an electric fence just to see what
would happen when I was a young punk. You only do that once!

Rick is the man! I have seen his one-o's at the Tulsa state fair. A class act if I say so myself!

Trey

Sorry I mean single-o.

Trey

Ah gosh, thanks Trey...I think I'm blushing.
(Nope...just the summer heat)

That will do it to ya. I have been out in it myself. No fun!

Trey