I think that fall is my favorite season: the colors of the leaves changing, children playing in the schoolyards, my crippling sinus infections.
Now, I understand that I have a big nose, and I don't have a problem with that- The last time I went to Bonnaroo I was able to protect my friends from sunburn with the sheer size of my nasal boat sale. What I do have a problem with is my proclivity to be stricken with sinus infections. I mean, those deal with my sinuses, right? So, the size of my schnoz shouldn't matter. My issue is the perfection of the image of the poor bastard with the big nose, me, stumbling down the block with eyes filling with tears, hands stuck to face capturing liquid of questionable origin trying to make it to the nearest bathroom or grandmotherly woman carrying a travel pack of Klee-nex.
It's just not fair, nature. Not fair.
Now, I understand that I have a big nose, and I don't have a problem with that- The last time I went to Bonnaroo I was able to protect my friends from sunburn with the sheer size of my nasal boat sale. What I do have a problem with is my proclivity to be stricken with sinus infections. I mean, those deal with my sinuses, right? So, the size of my schnoz shouldn't matter. My issue is the perfection of the image of the poor bastard with the big nose, me, stumbling down the block with eyes filling with tears, hands stuck to face capturing liquid of questionable origin trying to make it to the nearest bathroom or grandmotherly woman carrying a travel pack of Klee-nex.
It's just not fair, nature. Not fair.