Hirsute Pursuits
Schnozzle shearing I once nicked my nose while trying to shave a nose hair, which eluded the razor and swung back out from under the cartilage to stare me in the mirror, as if to say, “Ha! Ha! How are you going to explain that bulbous red smut at the costume party, Pinocchio?”, and left me debating whether to avenge this humiliation with another desperate swipe or make peace with my fluff and rather focus my thoughts on what to say if a voice behind a Chinese dragon mask pointed to the smear on my nose and laughed aloud - a frightful thought “ and so, glasses off, I leaned deep into the mirror, nostrils flared, head flopped back, and peered at the three mm clot, hmmm, ”it’s huge”, I thought and wondered if it's worse admitting to ineptitude at shaving or just being a hairy guy who needs to shave his nose.
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