Library on a Monday.
S. S. B. has managed to haul his sweaty ass out of my face, leaving me free to survey the other sad library hangers-on in peace. However, within the first ten seconds of my triumphant panoramic circumspection (good word, thank you shift F7!), I caught sight of a Gotta-Pick-My-Nose Man.
Gotta-Pick-My-Nose Man (n): Most often spotted in cars that have stopped at the traffic lights; on the window seats of buses; and apparently libraries.
He is a rare breed of twenty-something male who never seem to go through that 'if I can see you, you can see me' part of their life that ruins Hide-And-Seek for most of us at around 4 or 5 years of age (higher in some parts of America.) Therefore, G.P.M.N.M. feels at liberty to sit sometimes for whole minutes with one finger feeling freely away inside the cavernous realms of his nostrils without fear of repercussions (nose caving in, development of hairy palms etc) or even being spotted.
'Aha,' sings G.P.M.N.M. 'Sod the system! Sod you, Mother! I can do anything I like inside my Inviso-Bubble!'
Just glanced round, and he is circulating his findings in his left, no, right hand.
If he eats it, I'm leaving.
Gotta-Pick-My-Nose Man (n): Most often spotted in cars that have stopped at the traffic lights; on the window seats of buses; and apparently libraries.
He is a rare breed of twenty-something male who never seem to go through that 'if I can see you, you can see me' part of their life that ruins Hide-And-Seek for most of us at around 4 or 5 years of age (higher in some parts of America.) Therefore, G.P.M.N.M. feels at liberty to sit sometimes for whole minutes with one finger feeling freely away inside the cavernous realms of his nostrils without fear of repercussions (nose caving in, development of hairy palms etc) or even being spotted.
'Aha,' sings G.P.M.N.M. 'Sod the system! Sod you, Mother! I can do anything I like inside my Inviso-Bubble!'
Just glanced round, and he is circulating his findings in his left, no, right hand.
If he eats it, I'm leaving.
posted by KJT at 7:59 pm
1 Comments:
Hahahahaha!
I know G.P.M.N.M and I hate him intensly. I'm sitting in between the balding G.B.F who feels he needs to console an O.B.G.W.F.L.B (Orange-blonde-girl-with-fake-leather-boots) with relationship problems while eating some disgustingly scented breed of crisps; and P.L.P.B (pale-light-porn-boy) who is... ahem... quite pale and is looking at light porn.
Your writing is hilarious! Brash needs you! The world needs you! The world does NOT need G.P.M.N.M!
See you soon
puss puss
Anna xxx
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