Nathan said nothing for a moment. Then, "There’s nothing in my fur, is there?" Simon gave the other Wolf a careful look. “No boogers.” "Good. I hate washing boogers out of fur." “Who doesn’t? What comes out of human noses is disgusti...
And they're also very good at math, these super boogers, and so they teach Billy the ways of mathematics.
What's on the inside, beneath that sugar? Is it a bug? Is it a booger?
It's not how you pick your nose, it's where you put that booger that counts.
But inside, I'm going, 'Oh my God, is my zipper up? Do I have a booger in my nose?' That's my inner monologue.
The problem with ebooks is you can’t get booger smears on the pages.
If flowers were boogers, I'd pick a few big ones and flick them on your grave.
Love is an intense flickable mystery, like a booger.
Love is like a booger, you pick and pick at it. Then when you get it you wonder how to get rid of it.
The first book I ever wrote was in fourth grade and it was called 'Billy's Booger.' It was an autobiographical piece about a kid who was really bad at math.
I've always liked getting away with just a little bit of what you're not supposed to. Like my first book, Billy's Booger, got me in trouble with the principal's office.
His loyalty has the consistency of a booger—sticky for a while, but easily flicked off. I’d probably love Prague in the spring.
In a battle, an army of farts would surely beat an army of noses, even if those noses were armed with fingers that could flick long-range boogers.
I’ll wipe a booger on your wall, not only to say I was here, but also to say thanks for having me over.
Why is there such vanity about hair? I make a point to bathe. I worry about boogers in my nose, and I ask the makeup artist to cover up my pimples, but beyond that, I try not to be too vain.
I’ll wipe a booger on your living room wall, not only to show I was there, but also to say thanks for having me over.
Earwax is nothing more than sound boogers. I’m too congested to hear anything but I love you. Not that I expect you to flick it at me lightly.
I love the Olympics, because they enable people from all over the world to come together and--regardless of their political or cultural differences--accuse each other of cheating.
I was just sitting in Target, just getting over my cold. I blew my nose and I see these people looking at me and kind of whispering and pointing. Finally, I went, 'Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? Do I have a booger on my face and no one...
When a teacher is paying extra attention to your child, you believe that it's because you raised such an exceptional kid, one that stands out head and shoulders above the rest of her booger-eating friends.
Whilst it may be our species greatest achievement, responsible for every technological advance we have or ever will make, science is also poop and sex and boogers.
